Lyrics:
but not mines black
Seen a lot cats get yak (for all of that)
Ain't no gettin back, this the shit that comes wit this pack
Three things, guns
more
Now, every night I'm paralyzed
By the fear of rope burns and morning light
And the smell of wet cement
Since I became irrelevant
Now, memory's
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.
Once, amid the soft, silver sadness in the sky,
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by.
He wore
Arlis Richards was a man
Who lived among the blacks
Was a cross town walker
With a guitar on his back
Barley educated
Couldn't write his name
someone
They got hit and now they're gone
To me this game just don't seem fun
I hate this black top that I'm on
And I don't know what way to run
I just
me relax my dome
My whole joint's blown another soldier won't be coming home
Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva'
Ties will never sever
You
Soaking in the rain I see me walking
I'm remotely controlled
My legs have gone invisible
I'm spinning down an endless black hole oh
Flashing
still on fire and their hooves was made of steel,
Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel,
A bolt of fear went through him
taught in the classroom
But to us it's nothing new (naw)
You hear it on the avenue
Even on the bus, at a barbecue
It's spoken, by people of all
nines
They have a few good men, we have black, strong hood-long lines
Of gangsta-ass murderers, ex-cons
Three-time-losers, pull out your fire arms
Dogg:
It seems everywhere we go a black cloud's floatin' by/ our destiny is
doom/ but i don't ask why/ one thing i do know is my niggas on my team
Crushilepsy shaking inside of me
Crushilepsy hitting me hit me
Crushilepsy a certain sensitivity and I'm crushed
I black out again
It's pleasure not
As I roved out on a May morning
On a May morning right early
I met my love upon the way
Oh Lord but she was early.
Her boots were black, her
I'll give myself a vision for a boy for this one girl.
He can be the colors of a paintbox set in a black and white world. He'll be a bit
move fast
What's on my mind is a rookie hanging from a string
We made it through it, let's see if these hoes can hang
What's on my mind is some black
swingin' from a tree
If this were a ring I'd be out by round 3
'Cause I looked your way now he want to black my eye
You won't calm him down no matter how
up high
Cranked up high
Tight chewing skin until it bleeds
Ringed by broken cars and guns
Nocturnal hiding from the sun
Teeth turn black and rot
You
I was drunk at the pulpit, I knew it was wrong
And I left in mid-sermon tempted by a bar-house song
The pews creaked and shifted as they turned
In the smoke of combat
No gods give you the guts
You see the fire in the sky
The bombs fall by your side
I put powder in my gun
Let me free, let
the session
Kick a rap out til I black out, check out when I wreck out
Throwin' backs out, laughin' out loud when niggaz crap out
Me I want more G's than
girl
Do you wanna watch an old man cry
Whacker, Cracker, Smaker, Slacker, cum cuckin' nigga-jacker,
So specific, motorific, fly high and die by
of discussion cousin
Eight multiplied by a dozen is the year my name will start buzzin
You wasn't, prepared nor aware caught you off guard
In actuality you
partake in
Was caus'd by the fang'd grin,
Save!, do I for him anger hold?
Nay I knew I was fey!
Had I what it taketh I would do;
I sense I cannot
ready to black, I can't breathe
Niggas askin' me who's Smif and who's Wessun
We got you now we're lookin'
For your partner 'cause you're messin'
With
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