Lyrics:
a very melancholic kid
When anything close to me at all in the world died
To my heart, forever, it would be tied
Like when my friend was thrown from
on the hill, forty miles from the mill
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Did she bid you to come in, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Did she bid you
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
knock and lock it
You all niggas fail so now you all tryin' to jock it
My formula's trill these fake ass niggas are blockin'
With niggas with them ill
you're inheriting enemies
With that repetitive strategy peddling negative energy
My pen game too elite for all you merry men
Let it not be some average
my eyes
my lips
are sealed
where did you go
when things went bad, anyway?
i sat beside you in that bathroom all night.
you were crying
you were
To keep pushing on,
Are we moving on?
Or just running from,
All the things we’ve done.
Maybe one we’ll find a place to be, Very soon, very frequent.
Are we
the way
Slowly longing for the past
Did you get that part
You ever take a sit and feel
Like better days are behind
They moved so fast
clready gone by
Are all inhabited by slowly-aging
'very hip young people',
They appear to be casting
Sinister glances toward him
Through their glinting acid burn-
Out
the pushers the sharks and vultures
Things that happen when it reaches dark
And all the things you hear about Central Park
You got to be down,you
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
would know him if you saw him
For his eyes are sunken in
His brow is deeply lined in thought
His head is highly domed
His coat is dusty from neglect
His
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
you won't get far
Batters and scars, all respect due to the gods
And my queen killa-bees just collectin that cheese
Overseas, gettin ready for the year
surely can be pictured as the only thing that provides protection from The Mighty Black Sea of Calamity. A rude pounding may not only cause the ice
you?
[Candida:] (I'm here!)
[Jarvis:] Where are you?
That's all I wanna do.
I'm still trying hard to meet you, but it doesn't look like happening
(alright)
And I won't make you promises (uh, uh)
I'll just do all I can to be your lover 'cause I understand
The best things in life are free (yeah)
Now
(alright)
And I won't make you promises (uh, uh)
I'll just do all I can to be your lover 'cause I understand
The best things in life are free (yeah)
Now
now
A hospital uh get ready for the operation
Lot of guys chilling behind you
Blasts from the past
All rocking a mask penises out
Drop your panties for
to
Provide for me things
I know I can provide for myself
I have dreams
And I feel like I have a power
To actually make those dreams a reality
When you
with their wives
I've lived for the day, do as I may
Then plan my escape for the day I'm betrayed
If they betrayed you, then they'll betray me
The PAC
shotguns, you name it. All to try to save some of the last unspoiled virgin forest we have left anywhere in this country from being chopped down and turned
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