Lyrics:
with a woman
Yeah, this is my confession, I'm leaving, I can't be a priest anymore, anymore
And oh my my, oh hey hey
There he goes, the man of faith
stuck in grade six
Ich zünde mir eine Kippe an ich fühl mich so wie das Oracle
Brodie denkt er raucht gerade Cali doch es kommt nicht mal aus Portugal
Nah
standing their hearts covered by the hands
Singing out loud along with the anthem
While another unarmed brother just got murdered by the man
So go team go
now
I been marching with my bands now
I be marching with people, with the bands now
I be sparking with the people, with the plans now
I be tryna drill
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
niggas wives on me
I say stay faithful, they say they man corny
So I'm stuck with some married woman so fine
Cheatin' while they husband is rushin'
love with the racks
I'm flipping the packd
Got love for the tracks
I'm marching these racks
I'm marching these racks
The kitchen been filled up with
to heaven, man
I gotta raise hell
Rather be carried by 6, than be touched by 12
Rather be carried by 6, than be touched by 12
Niggas thinkin they slick
But
your history man
I'm Fred Hampton mixed with Marcus Garvey
Quick to turn a racist to a fucking martyr
Feel this Black reign that's the Black power
Fuck
'bout who I am, could've been a mess with borderline
I got a moral compass tho I'm not sure what's the border line
Like Spain and Portugal, when
are coming with me when I die (uh)
Nobody better cry (no), nobody better cry, man (no)
If you need me, I'm at the bottom of Lake Titicaca
Watching
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
a dirty overcoat
At the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man
Whom time could not erode
The night was snapped by sirens
Those
I asked him he wanted me to hustle up his bail, but he said "no"
He just didn't give a damn anymore
Six in the morning, police at my door
Six in
autotheft
Got with a lil crew & now he not doing it by himself
One day timothy broke in a truck, quarter million bucks
What the fuck, crazy luck, now he think
Angelina. Oh, Angelina
I see pieces of men marching; trying to take heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse
In God's
sorrow's marching all the way with me,
Telling me I'm old now since I lost my man
Since I lost my man.
Old man sorrow's sitting by the fireside,
Lying
exists to entertain this serpent race
No choice but to continue
Marching into the ring
Coliseum of suffering
Crowds of snakes
Set the stakes
Cheer with
can't believe you're gone, an
Time ain't the same when you're thirty three
Man I'd trade it all to have you here with me
Your momma cries almost everyday
up 85 on the dash
Wondering is this the dream are we really free at last
Then you see the news another death by the cops hand
Black man you ain’t free
''73 This man got shot, African traitors with rifles
Blocked the car that he and his wife were driving
See this man was a strong lion, down for
By six he's out of bed, she makes his coffee sweet
He grabs his boots and his coat
Leaves a note that says, 'I love you'
And runs to catch a bus
Gritt madden he the coach nigga
My jugg calling again step hard like marching band
Yeah I'm the motion man you can't approach the kid
Word around
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