Lyrics:
to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm
Murder, cash, cars, hoes
Fast life as usual is all that we know
He has risen, started from a GO prism
(hooptys)
It was hard for me to see my vision
on American Slang
Born and raise on American Slang yeah
We are vampires on Hollywood Boulevard
Angels and sinners in our home town streets
the bomb, least I'm in the blast radius
I'm beating these kids' indictment, shit, I like the terror
APB on my actions, I'm in the viking era
Moment
come all, to Loserville, where everybody wants a thrill
We're rejects and disappointments, (hey) no curing meds or good ointments
To save us now, cuz'
a war zone in the poor zone, we chasin after the fortune
In the belly of the beast is scorchin, little kids is forced to tote guns
We so numb it's like
the greatest hits of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting half a block away
Fahim was in the window, he didn't get hit though
All please due
Trials and tribulations conquered by who keeps they patience
Ain't ever been keen to waiting we all have demons we're facing
Don't bring me down
and change on the regular
I also apologize in advance
Here's my interpretation
Of being American, Asian
All in this current situation
Our stock going up?
tearin the hair again
American marriages wearin thin as parents
Prepare to carefully bury their
Cherished kids in a garrison
Attackin full speed with
life
And he'll do it again just
To get a mill' twice
The streets mowed him, can't make past that
What happened in Manhattan happens
All the time
In
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
merch
They come my show
They fill it up (Ahh)
This kind of love I no fit talk
Only God they do it all
Ghetto boy in a Louis Vuitton
Money talk bring it
cause all I got left is my flow.
I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean.
Uh oh, I guess it's going' down, not now, right now.
So I
The streets of the dead
Fed to the american beast, like an incomplete dream
Do they forget the life they once had
Caught in between
Collateral damage in
fucking in the back of my concert
Offended by the lack of a roster
I can easily handle a monster
Off a redline and a handle of monster
We ain't the same boy
These are facts
I got no axe to grind
Hey, what are they, blind?
In all of the world so far
I'm the greatest star
Who is the pip with pizzazz?
Who
These are facts
I got no axe to grind
Hey, what are they, blind?
In all of the world so far
I'm the greatest star
Who is the pip with pizzazz?
Who
One, two, one
Everyday I pray for mankind
We're all slaves to a generation socialized and sickness is in the mind
We are habitual thinkers,
laughter, silent in our sufferin'
Black is bein' strong inside and facing defeat
Poverty made me a beast, I battled the law in the streets
We all
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
figured
We can make it out
Before we're lost in the street
Can't paint a perfect picture
This the belly of the beast
I don't fear nothing
That I stand on my
Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers crying
But y'all niggas ain't realizing that the hood is murder
Find your ass in a 6 inch gurder
Cause niggas
The greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it, wait
They're gonna hear a voice
A silver flute
They'll cheer each toot (hey, that kid is terrific, hmm)
Discuss these kids in the street by the all american rejects Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In