Lyrics:
conversate and have patience
Bout the future talking inspiration
Our movements in our lives
To inspire and advise
These kids to justify
The system by
have deluged the Deviants with around 250 separate posts
One of which, the longest by far, has over 7,000 reads already
The serialized horror story will
yet to reach magnum opus
But my souls in the music
A lot niggas that I know only in it for clout I can tell by the way that they movin
I be like
Aye
listen then they take it all as a joke
By far the realist song I ever wrote feel like President Maw you should vote
Turn on the tv and I get the mopes
The rising cost of getting by
But I believe in love
I believe in old folks
I believe in children
And I believe in you
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
on the far right
Where most of you are white
But you have something in common
With those who you view as problems
You both are scared of men
So you should both
disillusioned
It's a privilege
To know nothing bout it but add opinions to it
This is venting music
I don't expect to be supported by folk who like to pretend in
more than just music an that ain't something im goin sign away, come to far to let it go, nothins ever set in stone, that's why all my time i spend
on the highway in a small town
Hanging by the bridge, got something to throw down?
A fridge, a washer, an old TV set
It might seem pathetic but we ain't forty yet
West side Gs need love
East side Gs need love
South side Gs need love
North side Gs need love
East coast Gs need love
See we got a brotherhood
nothin' but frown
Feelin' my belly and don't come around
Had to be pushin' that bope by the pound
Go with da folk that be pullin' a bitch
Not to popular
be the startin' six pack
First the sheep next the shepherd
The east to the west south to the north
The music might switch the rhymes never
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves
kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm
jaded snap paint strokes
Faded on faint spokes
Ghost wheels scavenging barrels we sip straws to drain folks but still
Days go on lidding tops of hills
make music all day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy, and bright
By 'n by hard times come a-knocking at the door
Then
Ayo, what up Reese? It's been a minute since we last spoke
Side by side, in a circle round mad folks
We took it round each other wishing we were
By Their Mama & Still Raised With cverage Belief
& She Is The One
& She Is The Life
& She Is The Page
I cin't Even Mad ct You Folk
This Bigger
purpose now I'm never gonna lose it
Started out as music but turned into a movement
That's God given (Only God)
At the top, at the center
I don't fear
and that's all they will ever show
So the ones in the West will never move east and feel they could be at home
Get tricked by the Beast but where them gon'
the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon)
Too soon?
I want the boom in the back of the truck
Ain't nuttin'
music
This my therapy don't ask me why I fucking do it
It give me clarity on things I know I fucking ruined
Self influenced by dreaming lucid
And meeting
east
While you're left to explain them to me
Released from their hairless and blind cavalry
With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running
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