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by and beat up my son
So I went out and bought myself a big old German dog
The man behind me saw me and he started raisin' hogs
A nineteen year old
say, mi son just born
Make we rock an' come on pon Jah Jah train
Got no one to blame
All di man who tame di girl
Well, I tell you 'bout the man a
Come
destroyer of worlds
I speak for the weak
Everyone who feels they don’t have a voice
Or feels put upon by others
You don’t have to feel that way anymore
I walk
what they be asking us
White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up
Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up
Live it up, hold
that she make it
And die to let the next man take it? Is you stupid?
Yo, you want to come test? Son, it's massive stress
Penalties is death, pay
Once long ago,
in a little village that lay in the midst of high hills
and far-flung fields
there lived a poor old farmer with his two lazy sons
Once long ago,
in a little village that lay in the midst of high hills
and far-flung fields
there lived a poor old farmer with his two lazy sons
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
carriage by the doorway
Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow
And the lion through the forest
To the wicked witch's fortress where she
growing like little lion zombie, seeing my self over notorious Bad than 2PAC
Arrangeing my pack to the world.
Bringing devastation upon you fake Niggas
can a man raise his kids behind bars
Can a man support his own by shooting up cars
Naw that's just the nature of a dead end life
I'm pleading to you son
but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make
is another man's trove
Get a little dirty at the basement show
Ooh, hit me one more time
Take my breath away
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Make calls, drunk
to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
these bitches all look the same
The scarecrow ain't got a brain
Tin man bitch where's ya heart
The Lion ain't got no courage
And witch will kill the vibe
the top down
Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now
Make it like ooh my son yeah hide now
My flow does not stop now
Got bars man for lockdown
They
a little boy with a pocket full of rocks that knew how to trust and pray
Said, if you're gonna run Galiath, better do it now, son, I came here to stay
Well,
should know about the Son
He the Lion and the Lamb still dey wonder who I am
Dey keep going through my pastlife like who is this silly man
Dey dont get it
allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in high-rises, diving
that would fight him
So incited by this Hera sent
A scorpion to find him
From a single sting that son
Of Poseidon did die and
He was made
running, duck in abandoned buildings
Ditching my gun, homeboy the motherfucking villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I
about what we share. the physics can't be done by
number, and they be watching, and they give awards, and
one by one we got to live on that,
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