Lyrics:
when he was young he robbed the bank and then ran
But now he lives an honest life and he's got a lovely wife
But still it hurts to be a wanted man
But he
In position by magicians like mathematicians
I'm stackin digits and figures on petty niggas
Lemon squeezing mc's with platinum triggers
I'm deadly like
heroes
Chorus:Staring at your window with a suitcase in my handThe streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don't give a damnMy boots just keep
survive, may they live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky
Hey man, I'd like to dedicate this song to my cousin Toot
Alejandro
wax
Fuck a bag, I'm in my suitcase
Odds of me falling off, thinner than a shoelace
Why everybody showing love when its too late
Don't say shit when you
Police brutality
Typical life of a black man
They say that God made us all
We never asked to be brown skin
Now we praying asking God
Why is it so
the police
Cause out here, the heart has gotta eat
So we live by any means in Chicago streets
I say truthfully, I'm trying to bring you me
I'm trying to bring
to fight
Going out tonight
Represent the
Black Lives; black lives
Police brutalize
Reply, with the violence
Black Lives
Represent the thugs
Empowered by
Always live, always live, always live, Beyond Your Means
Always live, always live, always live, Beyond Your Means
Met a wise man yeah he said to me
Randy Mac
One in a million on your back, boy
Yo
So we bout to get outta here
Seems like the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee,
of di system but full of contraddiction
Ja snoke follow the riddim, not what do you say
Burn the police man burn the police man
Keep your lighter in
send my goons to rob the dope man
They bring it back now I'm the dope man
Suitcase, dead body in the suitcase
Molly in the Kool-aid, we put molly in
It's a man's world, niggas get played
Another stray
Hope I live to see another day, hey!
I'm gettin' sweated by these undercovers
Who can I trust, got my
corner 'pon cocked ready to draw
When dem face in-front of Jah
God, Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
They all say the average black man only live 'til 25
all your madibas & em
Getting robbed by a bunch of kids
That's the world that we live in
Asking God when I'm leaving
I'm tired of crying a tissue
Tired
the raw in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin'
ain't no criminal, you musta know am not a gangster
Hey Mister Police
Man lego me hand you can't take me to the station
I say, please Mister Police
(Foundation)
Queensbridge Crew, forty busters, shorty busters
Vernon Posse, Good Fellas, you know how that go
My man Ill Will rest in peace forever, God
every bit of
Confidence from your conscious wit' it
Toss it to my man in the back field
He got options wit' it
Obama phone, really came in handy
I lined
like we failed our youngsters, man
It's like we not giving the youngsters that game no more, man
That shit that they can live by
That shit they can,
And a bullet proof vest
Iron piece by my side
Jesus piece be my guide
Man I'm tryna survive
In this world where you die by 25
45 mag blowing out of sight
Hollow
deep
The system is killing me and I cannot breathe
BLACK LIVES RISE
I can't even watch the birds in the trees without you calling police
BLACK LIVES RISE
bullets and the police at the same time hold on , hold on
Will my mother forgive me for being wild as a child
By the age of 13 i was married to the street
Garner's killer ain't in Rikers lock
Hold on got writer's block psych blue lives matter can bite a cock
Y'all look at our plight and watch
Acting like your
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