Lyrics:
with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, don't sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the reach,
with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, don't sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the reach,
around
The boys in blue but nothing is
Cos they gon' still aim at you
So keep a stick by your side and
Pray to god that they don't try to
Give another
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
We don't live by rules
We shoot in broad day
Have them bodies laying out on Broadway
Kids get out of school they see the body
Every organ dripping
a marathon
Goin scary far, we in every bar, she from South America
Ay
I'ma hop on this beat and own it
Whoa
They don't know what I do for my moments
Nah
But
in heaven)
Puff gon' make sure them kids good, don't be up there stressin'
(RIP Aretha Franklin, we lost a legend)
You was more than talented, you
Where all kids celebrate Saint Nicolas with laughter
Refrain from these chains in your mind
Take a little time just to recognize
You're stuck in
A stock broker shoot his kid and throw himself in front of a train
A mother leave her baby home for two weeks all by himself
Two years old, eatin' ketchup
the black diamond anklet
It's made out of farragut faggot, try to yank it
Got all glass, Benz in all class
I do it big, my first kid gon' have a crib all
The of era of bera of bad news
The era of bad food
The era of fear and terror in classrooms
This era is bad dude
The era of lean heads they younger they lil
been drinking shower beers
America Needs Therapy to do more than just make it through the year
Yeah the whole world's caving in and I'm not not sure how
with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, don't sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the reach,
Black life in America, ain’t shit you could compare to this
All these fucking obstacles, we gotta be prepared for it
Yeah, sometimes we make it out,
generation
(America is still my home sweet home but where have all our heroes gone)
I had heroes when I was a kid we all did and our heroes did their thing
America Let Me Down by William Belief
(Intro)
It was a nightmare just to wake up January the 6th.
It was a nightmare I’ve be carrying all the way
to birds
and there was Erica
she had the stankest breath in North America,
I tryed to slip her tic tacs
but they were scared of her
and when we made out
HERE is a story about fame i heard
It first as a fable in Somalia
Before living it out in America
The fox, they say, once had an elegant walk
For
something I've been careful about since my youth
I sang about all religions in the choir
And no one even thought to inquire
How does a Shipon kid sing things
kids, parents, don't be docile
To these forced ideologies, especially
When it's so easy to call out their s-y a- hypocrisy
Just by having a sense
Take it back to when it was eighths in the pack
Kidnap you over that lil' rap you wrote, leave your family taken aback
By the handsome quote, that I
with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, don't sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the reach,
these problems with this llama on my mind
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside
They make it harder by the day, gotta keep this hope alive
I'm a nigga
nothing but a blip since my sonics arisen
Guess I'm a blue blur, depressed so I shoot words
They call me every name in the book but I've been through worse,
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