Lyrics:
Oh...
Who killed Jane who killed Jane?
Not the Squad kid I think we've been framed
Who killed Jane who killed Jane?
Not the Squad kid
himself
God why does being me have to hurt like hell?
Now im scared cause these kids are watching me
Showed me who I'm not
Instead of who I thought I'd be
on some swag
When this bitch came up in a tight ass jag
She pulled right in the driveway bumpin' Clint Black
We she stepped to the ride i had to take
(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father
Black Mob City
Wanted nigga, chasing seven figgas,
Finger stay on triggers,
With perfect aim and timing,
Round here, where hatting is common,
the rope
And when this shit hits
There's gonna be a lotta white kids rollin' with the Africans
You can't sweat skin
'Cause there be a lot of blacks is
(Eat a dick up)
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin'
"kid, we found your name on a envelope at
The bottom of a half a ton of garbage and I just wanted to know if you had
Any information about it"
Pay attention everything I mentions is a ??
Like how to do with a move
Because the two sit I go by cash rules
Everything around me do movement
niggas is very persistent and ferocious
My bitches too,
One might be your hostess
Get you poked quick
By someone you close with
Retaliations a bitch,
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
Time to act like you know now
I'm black and I'm back won't slow down
No, throw it all up watch it go down
Got it out the mud it's clean now
Black
just got it
Back then I got chased by feds, I ran out of breath and I wanted to vomit
I hit that freak, she put me in cuffs
It trigger my trauma, I
more about moderation and modern day shit
Let's learn black love, take it back by the basis
We ain't even gotta fake shit
Beautiful black women, help
Like black widow
Knock 'em down
Keeping my eyes open
Watch me swing through
Ya town
Like Peter Parker
No quinjet
You can tell
By my silhouette
That I
IF YOU DON'T KNOW BY NOW
CLINT DANIELS
DALE DODSON
I'M JUST COUNTRY BOY, RIGHT TO THE CORE
I'M AN OLD BALL CAP, PAIR A' FADED BLUE JEANS NOTHING
Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
grasp what each other goes through
Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
Pull up
I knew when I was young, when December fifth comes
Black Pete's the one the kids are getting gifts from
This custom caused a shit storm, there's
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
through
GO!
Kids in a fast lane living for today
No rules to abide by and no one to obey
Sex, drugs and fun is their only thought and care
Another swig
You know the sunset sure is pretty, on the south Wisconsin sky
We stayed up late to watch it, and the sailboats gliding by
And we caught a jar
.jpg/245px-Rocktoberfest_rocks_Cherry_Point_141016-M-BN069-126_(cropped).jpg "Clint Lowery")
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