Lyrics:
ready to battle, from the cradle to the grave
Tough life, but I'm okay - steady in struggle, but I'm alright, okay
Once I was born as the runt
want delay Yeah
I was born in the Ghetto
But I know say I no end up for Ghetto
I'll be living my life
Struggle very hard
Just to make sure say i no
said,
"I was born to die by the gun"
"I was born to die by the gun"
"I was born to die by the gun"
Hmmm
Thank You Jesus
For the victory that You've won for us
1 John 5:4 says
For everyone born of God overcomes the world
This is the victory that
Catfish John was a river hobo
Livin' by the river bed
Thinkin' back, I still remember
I was proud to be his friend
Momma said don't go near that river
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
I'm show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
[Jamel Simmons]
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry
really to Queen Elizabeth I
I believe it was
And he wanted ships to be put at his disposal
So that he travel to Africa and kidnap people
Bring them back
a laugh
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate
I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up
one that's the day I was born
I'm God formed into space I have torn
I'm a born winner
Just go go get'r
Who knows no no limits
I pull no no gimmicks
I
turned two
Yet that's the year Ida B. Wells Barnett was born
Born to rebel and fight for those caught in the net that Jim Crow set, or should I say
Noose
'm blacking out, you better watch it, it's bedlam
I thought I heard a voice in my head that said, "Kill"
I had no other choice that was left except fill
My
was born a perfectionist
Still can't even wrap my mind around the success of this
Point me to your boss, nigga, you a receptionist
I really hate
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Huh, I just ran the bag up, and you bad luck
And I don't do the snakes, so I gotta keep the grass cut
Gang
I’m a born to be winner
I’m always gone eat, cause I’m taking your plate, you just a beginner
Can’t run in this race
Don’t fuck with that nigga
He’ll
of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was
woulda
Me, on the other hand
Well I’s the girls dem sugar
Just me and my brother
Hot like St thomas summer
All I wanted was a Beamer and
To move out
those winners
People who are innocent but can't afford a lawyer
I was born and grew up between these two hip hop eras
I can't do this by my own
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
Walking by faith and not by sight
Walking by faith and not by sight
I wanna praise right
My names Hajjii
(What he said his name was?)
And it's time to get
that I'd never been born
When the day is done
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the day is done
Linger on pale
deceived by the plain view
If that's your cause well I understand you
Like you I was moved Al through
By a force that was bad too
Funny thing it showed but I
literature
Taking kingdoms from tsars
Winning more wars than the Moors
Hey, what's the deal?
I seen the Devil spar with Allah
Mathematics was the key
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