Lyrics:
Doisman an off duty security guard was a third unarmed African American man of 13 months when he was killed by the N.Y.P.D.
A loss of faith
Two
stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is but one of my truths
what of the mother
whose house is in flames
You know well as I do
There ain't a girl in this world
That's just like you
Take ya place by a king
Girl you know it's rightful
If I said I want you
of me, huggin' the block, young soul committed
When I wrote rhymes daily
To get my flow up pray one day They whole world could hear me
I love it when
Presley committed suicide?
I don't
It's either kill or you be killed
Ten pints of blood per human, ain't no refills
One thing about us humans, nigga, we
But no one's going to hear you
You don't own the rotton pipes
By the stroke of eight
O'clock tomorrow morning
We'll all be living in a new third world
Astray into the Milky Way, world's out of sight
As far as the eye can see, not even a satellite
Now stop and turn around and look
As you stare into
Welcome to my world please enjoy the excitement
No fighting crime leads to indictments
White lightning beats bang while we're writing
Uniting
eight we was made for the grind
Third eye open I can see all the lies
And I will never stop until the whole world's mine
I once saw a vision and now I'm
Need a little navigation
Make two wrong turns and your world burns down
So can I get a destination
I need to know right now
Where I'm headed and by
to the core of me
Know the strength give me clarity
In a world full of evil and lust the only one I trust and don't give 2 damns about a one night buss
Ease
insignificant by the evening
See God in everyone that way you'll never feel alone or like he's leaving
You
Take yourself along get lost in your own world
to an ignorant feed
You can't believe my eyes
My heart is breaking, the race isn't done
People blaming religion for crimes
Committed by those who are losing
soldier,
'cause in this cruel world it's hard to walk these streets bein sober,
It hurts, tryin to get over all the weight on my shoulders,
Mom used to be
soldier,
'cause in this cruel world it's hard to walk these streets bein sober,
It hurts, tryin to get over all the weight on my shoulders,
Mom used to be
Astray into the Milky Way, world's out of sight
As far as the eye can see, not even a satellite
Now stop and turn around and look
As you stare into
Infatuated with how far I could take it
Fascinated by the facts that
Should’ve never let me to make it
What had me running from cops
Got me running
drudging through dark tunnels with glowsticks
In the murk, committed to inner work, live and learn
Now I'm Tevin's second album, Trigga's third
Feeling
You should be at the bank
Third is your word
Have faith its your turn
Thru the flames with the burn
Putting out the fire on your back
Fourth bring force
will never admit it
Ex girl told me I wasn't committed
Who did the most and who really just benefited
You in control of your energy that's emitted
(Sorry bout it) (Uhn) (Pink Tony)
I been up, by the wave side, let me take you high (Uh)
To the sky from 西宮 where we gon' fly, guess and try
You been
for you is what the pied piper pled
Talking shit behind our backs, the king and the queen
Sounds like third degree betrayal get the fuck out of my scene
pound her out
Still got young niggas and old heads who still in the trap house
Could've been the third member of migo's how a nigga bout to take off
Ayy,
the people living in Rue Morgue were disturbed by
terrible cries which came from the 4th floor flat of miss Jacob and her dog. After
breaking open the street
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