Lyrics:
the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my hero, was
killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision. He died instantly. I
couldn't even bring
how to fish, is supposed you try'na feed him
Look a man in the eyes, that's the best way to read him
'Cause faces they change, but point of views remain
bring the ball in
They start to flock attention I'm the realest nigga talkin'
It's that Ishan boy from round the way
Ain't busy by this time of day
I hail
another victim in a senseless beating death at a traffic stop by police who had no regard for your life.
I cried as I watched the videos of your killing
What is this world we are living in?
They kill a man for the color of their skin
Where a man can't live to be free?
To live out his entirety
Time we
daily
Like deja vu, on the road to riches I be doing 280
Cause I know that I've been way too patient
I carry all my problems put them in suitcases, right
couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass
I keep the suckers in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from
survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
gra gra, no do
You know what they call me
Fela in Versace, Fela in Versace
Fela in Versace, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fela in Versace
Wake up every morning
I look on the news
A black man is wasted
The police done shoot
Killing our peoples
We losing our troops
It's time for
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want to see the penitentiary
Way after elementary
Thought it was cool to look the judge
In the face
I am just one man with his one pair of eyes
I dress in normal clothes and I don't try to disguise
I'm looking out for love however it may seem
Why am I why am I not viewed as a human
Why cant I just live in peace
Why must I get harassed by the police
Why must I be on the ground
Why
It's so
the eyes
But listen, that's how it is
If you don't dig how I live
Motherfucka [unverified]
'Cuz everyday on the street
The black man is gettin' beat
Police
killed in the street over tennis shoes
It's hard enough for us blacks to earn cash man
The homeless keep warm by settin fire to a trash can
Now everyday
locked for life died by the hands
Of another man the brother man
Brother tripping with his pistol on
The block rang shots at the opps kids
Died on the spot
the person
To be some process in your progress or be the prevention
I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to
I get money, I ain't
Mr. law protector, me don't respect ya
Ya took to many innocent lives (still no surrender!)
It's all too familiar, license to kill ya
Seems we beat
Mr. law protector, me don't respect ya
Ya took to many innocent lives (still no surrender!)
It's all too familiar, license to kill ya
Seems we
we both know in our eyes you da biggest crook
Stop actin' you know, you on tha powder
Punk *** probably sniff da dope by da *** hour
Ey ey, Mr. Police
and beating on me for the love that I got from my nan
Where's the pride in that
17, getting licked down by a man
I used to be his number one fan then he
Live now niggas, there's no promise of a second time around, put it down
We'll just (live) live now, there's no reason why you shouldn't, everything
man money she tryna keep?
She wasn't with him in the studio makin' them beats
Bitch, you wasn't with me in the studio makin' them beats (woo)
Put
in the 2 in 1,
Catch me in the 2 in 1
Live fast, die young
A man of my word or I live by the pun
Like I’m in the lambo,
Scissors doors,
Yellow roof,
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