Lyrics:
won't be enough to go round
For fathers and brothers and husbands and sons
Claimed by the cold dark ground
Forty five died from Commercial Street
From
use they clothes as a pillow, what you know 'bout that?
Cold bitch, I only hit her once, but she came back-to-back (that's a fact)
Street took my
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
to replace the
Bulb in the glass rectangular vase
The light on the street flickers
On throught the trees
And i can see your face
Kicked in and dark inside
Lit
again
Well, maybe next year or when
December twenty-fourth, ten p.m.
Eastern standard time
I can't believe a year went by so fast
Time to see, what
Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
I give this faggot a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street they ain't heard
Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
I give this faggot a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street they ain't
Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
I give this faggot a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street they ain't
Hushed were the glad hossanahs
The little children sang
The sun grew dark with mystery
The morn was cold and chill
As the shadow of the cross arose
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a dark room by myself I call for help but I hear echoes, Ain't
Nobody there like how the fuck is you with me if you
Lovo master in your arms I lay
Lovo master paint my picture
A thousand angels within blackened wings
Surround me again
Lovo master where you go by
Surrounded by
Surrounded by
Surrounded by calamity
Smothered in hurt
Surrounded by calamity
Smothered in hurt
Think it's hard
You think it's hard
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
chords
But that heart of gold
Was turned to stone
In the Crescent City
But that honest soul
Was turned dark and cold
In the Crescent City
People walking
dark and cold December
I would freeze this frame in time
I'm coming home soon
Logs by the fire, the candle light flickers the room
Gifts by the tree
Daughters n sons
Families torn apart by guns
Drug beef over who run the streets you from
Don't look to start shit but my whole crew love it
Fuck wit us get
was resurrected by J-sol
And with new life I reintroduce Dark Raw
Reaching out for someone to save me
Anyone to wake me from this street dream
Treading
beats
(This and that goin on ??? street)
I remember the time there was a jam in ???
??, the music, no ?? til after dark
That's when the shit starts
learn the deep cold gangstas
On this stand on me
I rain the streets cold guessi wash
Them all breathe most randomly
Stop and get em real
Swore the house,
don't be afraid keep love in your heart
and remember that fear is a path to the dark
Well ever since the British and the Spanish and the Finnish
grass is green
Our green grass is brown
Shots rang my phone wasn't touch tone
A heavy beef in the street
ET had to flee
Grey heavens! Good grief!
It's Winter
Bitter cold, but your crib ain't got no heat
Is it really wrong then to bang for protection, run the streets
Serve some bags of dope, end up
Where ya goin?
I could trap by myself, I don't need no help
Look, I trap when it's cold out, trap with the lights out
Trap with the air conditioning
The streets like a ocean that shit get so deep
I wanna fall in love but I get cold feet
My dawgs watchin from da sky they in the nosebleeds
I ain't
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