Lyrics:
serpants and scorpions
Theres power inside of the blood
Greater is he
Living in me
Then than the spirit
That is in this world
Count it all loss
Carry my
courage
Black people are being murdered in the streets by police
Every day
He said let me tell you if you wanna be woke
You gotta listen to the stories
To a man as he explains "there's no one getting out alive"
He says, "Well, listen to me son, and you better obey
You've gotta carry this gun if you wanna get
For I know that nothing good dwells in me
That is, in my flesh
For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out
There
the studio or if you're at home or car, whatever
That song that it's called "Trying" or something
Mase was tellin me that I needed to hear?
He said it was
rapper
Gassing these fairies, dare I say that he carry matches?
Hey, you think it's a God damn joke, don't you?
Well, let me tell you something boy
gonna slow me down?
Look, it's over clown
I got the skippiest flows in town
Plus, them niggas can't fuck with my wordplay
I switch it back, DJ bring it
a clip
Give him a hand and a word and he'll dip
Heel turn strong word big grip
Bridge burn and carry a big stick
Standing with my sister
Always side by
mean vicious woman)
Everyday ?for supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
lightweight thinkin'
Plottin', worryin' my Mama to death
Want to go home, but somethin' won't let me
'Cause I know she got problems her chest
It's
bullet in this spirit gonna stop me
I'mma fight like Malcolm and become a king
As I fly to the sky and spread my wings
Listen to the bells letting freedom
And your idols gonna' stray? My words carry weight
It's like who do you follow when your time feels borrowed
And your idols gonna' stray? And so I put my
for a sec
Then I had to get a mic check
(Like ? your family caught wreck)
I gots no pops to snatch me up and say, "What are we gonna do?"
Here's my
was the grit's
Cause daddy he was dead, mama working a shift
So we was home alone just life Macaulay
Ice cream truck ride-in by we looking salty
Cold
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant
Smoking white rhino on terraces
Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
Will my
still carry on
Don't even try call your mum you cunt
Knock you to the ground with
A double axe handle
Now I'm really mad you bitch
Give me some
can I trust
Young bull was 16
Died before he chase his dreams
He was getting to the green
By any means
Momma due on the rent
Niggas like him was common
lucky
All that my bigger brother tell me take another ass whoopin’ and see
By the rock ‘em sock ‘em roll bottle he believe that the owner is me
He
Yeah uh
Raised by a dealer I ain't know he was dealing
You see my daddy ran a business so I wasn't suspicious
Just knew we had it wasn't shit I
you know that I ain't even home yet
If you need me, you can find me I ain't even hiding, this is not a foam
pit In my problems, I was drowning, I ain't
took was in your buns
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me your ass dropped
He couldn't fuck you for three months
Because your ass dropped
Now I
My shit bad, shit crazy and that shit fascinates me
On my tongue where the tab is and it burn like battery acid
I was in the backs of my classes by
was in the backs of my classes by the kids having asthma attacks
Cause he panicked every single time he sat on his glasses
Every Wonderland have
still bros dad taught us just to love a one
Love one Another yeah
So I, get to carry on what started way before me
Hoping when I do this that my family
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