Lyrics:
last night, when they was driving down Castleton
The whip was badly crashed, come on, you do the math
They probably smoked a bag, no seatbelts, they
want that smoke but money dont mix with beef
You aint man of your house how you say you runnin the streets
Im afraid of what fame will do to my people
that night if I had died
Who gon' pay for funerals? Who gon' pay my niggas by
Who gon' do shit for my children? The lie be on my mind
Mama said my anger
could do
Cash corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad
I could've died the same night that
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation
Microphone cord, a dirty
shrouds the afternoon, sit on the hill surrounded by the careful toll of a children's school
The corner room of a hotel, cot by the window next
the beat
Children living off the streets
Culture poisons all the weak
Murder violence got the streak
Education's what they need
Yet they're played along by
(Dig up!)
Light a lantern and grab your shovel
Dig 'em up, man, use some muscle
(Dig up!)
Men, women, children, young, and old
That cadaver's as good
cs I'm walking down the street during Christmas
I see people through their windows as I pass by.
Everyone with shelter seems jolly this instant
cs
appeal and seclusion
The signs on the street that said, "Deer Crossing"
Then I went out there one day
And the trees in the lot were chopped down
Then
through the debri of these towers, the rain, the sleet, the street showers
Don't get caught up when the street showers
When the guns rain, the clips pour,
delight,
Did you chance to hear a chorus in the shearers' huts at night?
Did they "rise up, William Riley" by the camp-fire's cheery blaze?
Did they rise him
from right
Walk the streets or ride my bike
Now the youths want to do drive-bys
Father God how can we get by, live a stress free life aye
Songs
O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
wall)
All the player haters and jealousy in the ghetto
Childrens crying, homies dying
(I got my back against the wall, wall, wall)
It's how it is in
disguises
In the streets
This is the night
We must believe
When adults
And children scream
This is the night
We must believe
Walking with
Disguises in
decomposing
Blood staining concrete coursing
Drive by in the street, and they trap, we move discreet
Say you control a tech team, acting out like some FMV game
disguise,
do drugs every night, tired from their lives,
people getting off their faces for a quiet night in,
kids rolling around the streets rowing
Long hair, great smile
Death is covered by art this night, this night
Good perfume smells so right
Seems to be the perfect choice to bring light
Good
I slept last night in The Fairmont hotel
I went shoppin' today for jewels
Wind rushed around in the dirty town
And the children let out from
I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels
The wind rushed around in the dirty town
And the children let out from
There's snow on the mountains, and fog in the street;
Flickering candles in the room. Hear the churchbell ring.
See the children playing. I fell
He Played Real Good For Free
by Joni Mitchell
sung by David Crosby on the Crosby, Stills and Nash album "Allies"
I slept last night in a good
the streets
Yeah this little boy he's immigrated from the Middle East
Let me tell you bout that region its the belly of the beast
Raised by two parents he's
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