Lyrics:
arrogance, never get sloppy, my element
Villie boy pull up by the block
Flip flops, and the white socks
No sleep, let the dream talk
Wavy got me feeling like
Yeah, the duty of youth is a challenge
(This shit is a challenge my nigga)
I’m drinking my pain for the youth
I ODed on the gallons
I came up with
David
Now I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they trod the rocky road
his son
The major thing you got to do is show the youth love
Let them know that they’re special not by making them feel shoved
Uno haffi teach
submerged, by the pool of forever
(Yea, uh)
(Uh, Yea, Whoa, Yea)
Shawdy got backbone, uh
Bring that ass back home, yea
Turn around - back up
Ion need - back up
or get up n' take em' out n spit cane wit it
Well the answer is right before your eyes
Who do you despise?
Killers who chop you we got to stop you pop
Baby, I'm a quiet, fortunate one
And baby, I'm all fun
When I'm all by myself
Hey, hey, hey
I could be so sweet you see
If he'd just let me be his baby
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
it clear
Calling the youth from the booth spitting truth time to choose if ya goin step up and step out
Let em know what ya about live in truth not
mountains, and I'm climbing
And this ain't Saving Private Ryan but I got a couple snipers, looking directly at you, if You make a false move you'll get shot up
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
world is cold
But Ima make this shit warmer
I'm helping out the children
Posted up on the corner
Fortunate.
I really do mean it
Fortunate
Cause what are
can't get rid of my baby, she crazy, told me I'd get killed if I try it
Put one right in his wig if he try me
By myself I ain't picking no sides
a matter of minutes
Bullets rest in ya intestines
For being aggressive
And my form of punishment
Is know to be excessive
Fuck around and get wet up
Passing
a question
Oh Why, Oh why, Oh Why?
So much ghetto youths a die O My, O My!
O Why, O Why, Oh Why?
Me nah give up dawg cuz the limit is the sky
Oh Why, Oh why,
up in the world
Blowin up, blowin up in the world
Blowin up, blowin up in the world!
I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I
Been through it
Win, threw it like wind blew it
Don't wanna fight but
It's time to show you
How the truth do it
Youth's runnin' out get to it
Let
and Papa picked cotton as kids
How is it proper, me shopping at Lids?
The bid that they did won them no compensation
We own this whole nation by right, I
still a hold the faith
Juggle me a juggle ha ha
Me a gwaan live up still a hold the faith
Ghetto youth affi hustle
Me a gwaan live up still a hold
Show the ghetto youth them
Make them stand in truth and pride, yo
Stop them from get shoot then
And don't you give your life to them recruits
We
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
[Chorus]
Get the fuck up, back the fuck up
God save the chronic youth!
Get the fuck up, back the fuck up
God save the chronic youth!
Cry!
Oh my youth don't cry
Baba's by your side
Oh my youth don't cry
Baba's by your side
Sometimes life yeah it gets so deep
Likkle youth dem dey want
when they swinging at the bee hive
Rewind, ain't nobody reach out
Back when I was coming up, now they hit me and get mad if I don't reply
Where were
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