Lyrics:
the swords
And then the ghost of sparta was reborn
But he's haunted by the past
With his ashen skin all scarred an worn
He's already buried family once
He can
And that he was a well-known actor
On downtime
After filming with Jodie Foster
Waiting to shoot a fight scene with Kevin Costner
Shared anecdotes
children that no one cares for
He called up everyone
And he gave us fruit and treated everyone
With a special love
Many people see I, many people ask I
cell on "A" Block he hanged himself at dawn
With a note stuck to the bunk head
Don't mess with me, just take me home.
Come and lay, help us lay
and honey
John the Baptist
He's the baddest
Do not cross me
I am the master!
a hacky-sacky
Man I write bars fam
It's too easy
Pass the mic to my boy Sleazy
First class flight, day and night
Side by side with Chesworth (Parker)
Raki
and benjamins
You supposed to be my kin Mexican or Asian European or Korean or Jamaican
Makes no difference
Our existence is still shared between us in essence
Second time, they took out one of his lungs, he said, "Take 'em both!
'Cuz I don't fuckin' need 'em! I'll grow gills and breathe like a fish!"
Babe Ruth,
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
We gone spend right out that Honda to they free my nigga John
Nigga tried to smoke on me like he wasn't gone take a lost
No discussion with y'all
He not like that nigga play tough
Get slimed out by mercenaries
Put it in reverse like terry
Niggas ratting he a Tom pull up chase his ass like Jerry,
But driven by who is in us, who is for us, He is with us
And He knows all of the pieces the dark and indecent yet still
Called us as his people that
here he ain make a mistake
I just can't sleep with how (Treyvon Martin) met his fate
So ima do all that I can to speak out
I'm jus so tired of seeing
out and he was furious
He got in my face and his breath was the worst
I said, "Hey baby, you got some mints in your purse?"
His breath was stinkin with
niggas
His dick was on ya back, while he gave you that massage
And you told me you didn’t want it, but maybe that’s a mirage
Or better yet a Facade
beauty star and promise...
cin't no need to check the damage..
He'd fill your heart with gladness..gat a light upon his garment..
Our high priest he's our
strong legs
The tears went down on the heart
But his love for us was stronger than fire
We have to learn and know that
He's died for love
If we die in
with a hard shell
Especially if mommy sent daddy to hell
Cause he ain't never ever coming back you see
And the only person that they can blame is he
Now
but tonight a celebration of dons
city loved him cause he helped him with bonds/
till he got caught in the cross/
met em in Jail when he caught him
observed one without hope
Flee back up the mountainside.
He thought he recognized him by his walk,
And by the way he fell,
And by the way he
Stood up,
observed one without hope
Flee back up the mountainside.
He thought he recognized him by his walk,
And by the way he fell,
And by the way he
Stood up,
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all
Christmas ever was, was the first
By the time we got to Grandpa's house
His Christmas lights had burned it down
So we had to take him home to live with
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