Lyrics:
It's Talib Kweli in the place to be Brooklyn
Most definitely ya know what I'm sayin' Mount Vernon
And Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth (true) the brothers
every morning in the face of a cop
Because I used to take the nine and go ( *3 shots* )
So now I'm in prison and yo, it's like apartheid
Modernized
2:30 in the motherf*****' morning what the f*** are you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryin to get rid of this bong purp man
Man, you can come with
the Knife?
From a tugboat, by the river
A cement bag's drooppin' down
Yes, the cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Macky's back in town
Lookie
Everywhere I go they want to know who I am
Got caught by the voice and fell in love with the man
They don't know about the road on this path to fame
Red lights
Tucked in knife
Sixteen lines with cyanide
Feel her hands run down my spine
I feel like shit I'm sick inside
Break her back
Yeah bend her
Ayd
Boomba
Gbes gbes
Me can't deny
In the morning and in the night
Fine girls dem feeling me vibe
Cause me music got them feeling alive
Feeling alive,
with me don't wanna get sprayed
Aye different whip I'm riding in and thats a wraith
(And that’s a what?)
But I'm still the same nigga go by Jay
(I go by
It’s six in the morning, I’m waiting for you
Sat by the shore staring at the sunrise
The waves are going back and forth
But I don’t know If it’s
When the cards came down I went belly up
Took my grandpa's knife and my pickup truck
Nothing left cept my own last name
Just someone else's kid
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Drawn to the moonlight cut by a dark knife
There's no way back once you've bled out your own life
Slipping into the arms
of town
Where I took a pocket knife and carved out our names
In the morning I am gonna cut that tree down
Gonna build a fire and watch us go up in flames
When I get up in the morning
Got a world of trouble on my mind
And nothin' seems too easy
When your clock's tickin' quarter to five
Make my way
It's all fine, it's all fine
Barely getting by barely getting by
Said that I don't get it, guess that he does
I used to stay up all night just to see
seein da stars , in DAT wraith
Got some youngins DAT I'll pop u for a quarter
Lil bro fightin life he got a daughter
Man dis shit sad
Niggas
a hole that is tormenting me
Every night when I'm awake and deep in sorrow
And my hand’s reaching the knife and I feel hollow
The only thing that helps
the Knife?
From a tugboat, by the river
A cement bag's drooppin' down
Yes, the cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Macky's back in town
Lookie
So much time is going by
And I’m tired of acting like I don’t mind
Seasons, quarters, mornings, and numbers
Dissolving into some kinda
story ever
Told rewrites existence
And every single morning I am
Choked in spite of expense
My life requires indent
Not a caregiver's surveillance
There's
what I really want
She feed him double lies
When she arriving home in the morning
She wanna come around and ride it
Cause she know where I'm going
I got
of us
Wake up in the morning
Pocket got no mula
Body on sore
Like I fought a barracuda
Feel real sick
Like I'm bout to go and spew up
Bitch get out
take it to the max
Youngins and they running with some ractches
Duff a bag and they spinning by some action
Mask down can't get caught up in action
heavy to carry it alone!
It wasn't sweet as Cheery Colo-gne (Damn)
When I wake up in morning (Good morning!)
My jaws were tore!
I have too many days.
fuck with Doc, I'm in forces
Spin revolver I off 'em
Come through your wake, flip your golf in
Hollow tips I just toss 'em good morning
Today is a good
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