Lyrics:
the breeze
Forgotten sons
Days go by
We make the same mistake
With no apparent change
And days go by
Until you realize
You've lost the time
The butcher grinds
Before black lives matter
After MLK died
We let them change our lives
Destroy us Little by little
Till we turned on each other
Mass incarceration
It
If I die on this ride
Please know I love you
If I ain't by your side
Please know she got you
If you lose faith
Reside with God
Don't fall in love
manners and hometrianing
but i'm just missing my mama
it's like i don't fit in in this bullshit world
surrounded by bullshit boys and bullshit bitches
manners and hometrianing
but i'm just missing my mama
it's like i don't fit in in this bullshit world
surrounded by bullshit boys and bullshit bitches
to start, but
You don't need a weapon Darling
I'm crushed by words
Don't need a weapon 'cos I'm crushed by words
Well one's a party, and two's a crowd
That's
our fathers and slaughtering them all over the world
But it’s time that we spoke
Either you want us to live, or you don’t
Even so, there’s potential for
on again if I could be born again
I live my life through my son
And tell him never have a friend
Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time
That I
on again if I could be born again
I live my life through my son
And tell him never have a friend
Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time
That I
slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son
next
So Yes Bless the Children coming
We must act now to keep Clean water running
Highest form of showin sons and daughters Loving
Live by decorum
We never been woke
Any cock crowing we shot with catapult
It was quiet foggy (Foggy)
Last night a mad drunk had come by me
And the few association
Perhaps it wasn't the right time in our lives
To be loved
Yet by begging for slapping
Straight to your cheeck
Things will never alter the way
They came
Bought her the bentley she got me the royce
USG dm’ed we hitting you up
You live in a trance we live in a rush
Getting the clout nobody bigger than us
man a taste you lipstick
You get blinded by the lights when you see the wrist flick
Benz drive live, now you want a stick shift
Need for speed, sports
confined
In wires or nine to fives
Or borderline
Suicidal and traumatized
By evil lives or knives
We let into our fragile minds
Our lives controlled by suits
you live through that, that's testimony
Givin' 'em hell but how in the hell I got all these blessings on me?
Most of the girls I know addicted
they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
I got problems of my own, we don't even wanna question
Let me live a good life, don't want problems or tension
So they go and spread the word mixing
to
The light is split from the heavy by a rosewood
Sky is strutted by the crow, earth is fasten by the root
Fall down loads of over mature fruits
People settle
of the fittest, no time for remorse
Of course, no crib to live in so he take It by force
I mean poverty and public housing
Residents? About a thousand, nobody know
Mr. Robitaille
Daniel Robitaille
An artist that's searching for love i can feel
All of your pain
I can relate the real evil is what they did
Rusted
Dundee shit representin' the outback
Yo, we do it like this (All the way live, from 2-1-5)
You witnessin' the 5th Dynasty family click (All the way live
On some Dundee shit representin' the outback
(Yo, we do it like this) All the way live from
2-1-5
(You witnessin' the fifth dynasty family click) All
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