Lyrics:
provolone
She's beggin for the little guys
That's adios, vamanos
To a yacht or boat
Smokin papa roach
In, Galapagos
Hey momma?
It's time to go
Fuck that
A little Rosa come running to meet her papa
And she'd throw her little arms around my neck and say papa and I'd say Rosa
But one day boss I've come home
start with me
Or are we so lost, are we so broken
Can we live by the golden rule
Or are we unable to live and love each other
Can't we somehow, somehow
Needed some time to myself
Need to go grind by myself
Yeah
I
Quit the drinkin' start smoking more
Got phillies in Brooklyn I'm Oakafor
We live the life
sayonara muthafuckas
Y'all don't want this smoke
Bitches call me big papa
But I live west coast
Mr Micheals be ya host
Let me pop my toast
Y'all could catch
I wanna live
I don't wanna fuck up
Ahhhhh
Should I break my tongue will it fix my breath
Should I hate what I've done when I did my best
Can we
again
Please just come back home
You see me weakened
Broken by the truth that's inside me
Breaking me down again
Please just come back home
You see me
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
Intro
Mama lost her son
Papa loses his daughter
Battle still not won
Politicians not bothered
Hunger roams the streets
While death stinks
on
Just hit Twelve AM it's cold outside
Midnight
I gas up the whip I'm bouta slide
Get right
Pretty little dame by my side
Skin tight
We been spending cash
Live, with your back to the wall
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
Live, with a heart made of stone
Slings and arrows and broken bones
nothing worse than being broken pocket I learned a lot learned by myself
Sometimes in silence place of violence healing wounds I can't see protected.
L.A.
He brought us up from Juárez and this is where we stay
Mama cooks Chimichangas while papa drives the drives the roach coach truck
I get work by
And then i roach mines
Long live yung brock ever since you died
Shit seem like it ended time
And i heard they freed my dawg J
I guess he finished time
wife's still lying in bed
She's been dead for over six hours
With a bullet hole in her head
You don't believe me
Come round sometime and see where we live
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
of a cage and free a beast
Look right into the eyes of
The rage and scream peace
Peace to your homes, peace to your life
Peace make you strong
Got the piece
the broken down home and they priceless kids
Why wouldn't it grab the gun, heist the crib
And the never learn shit until twice their bid
Like
heard me
Listen up Pay attention
Move the crowd
Why not live the life I live like everyday I live's a gamble
Under pressure you can't measure normal
getting hard now, but I know you'll be alright
Stay for a minute and you'll never be alone
You left your hurting thoughts back at home
I never wanted just
you get that
Dick head who just takes your full ten Deck and fucks off
But I mean live by the sword and all that
You'd then get home your mam's still
Everybody… Come On!
May Our Homes Be Filled With Dancing
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
May Our Streets Be Filled With Joy.
May Injustice Bow To Jesus
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
pieces of paper
Broken pagers, and a half pack of grits
'cause I slipped on my floor walking up the stairs
Could still be camouflaged, hidin' in my hair
Back and forth pacing, acting all impatient
Last hundred dollars, she got to 'get by'
Now gotta make a choice, go home or get high
Mommy and daddy miss
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