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a get shot
So it's
Fuck a cop till as illegal seizures stop
And if that means going to war
Then the bodies gon drop
Because
Police killed
Left my whole
run away from my pen
Right where the war begins, that's where it's going in
Can't see the footprints in the sand cause I'm carried by the wind
Been
Resolution Oil
Framed by a window sits a mother and her child
Her hair is graying and her hands are wrung with sorrow
A waiting game - she played it
love me like my mother
I'm straight from the gutta, go to war with my brothers (mm-hmm)
How I'm 'pose to trust 'em when they competin' with each other
to load it by the quarter always strong in that bitch
Put my hands together only if she on this dick ahhh
Always surrounded by my homies and evil demons
Ye been sailin' the Mediterranean'.
Have ye news of my son Ted.
Is he livin' or is he dead?"
With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a
Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
just to hide away her tears
I feel the end is near, kemo under her vein
And it's tearing me apart to see my mother in pain
And it's a shame, when I think
bucks could change the way your mother feel
Time for the change, don't even have a clue, like, "Where to start?" (That scar)
I'm way in Utah with lil'
from the tears of mother's
Cries of war from the souls of father's
You'll pay for your sins of slaughter
Do what you must to murder me
My spirit is
the structure
Never disrespect my mother
Ain't have a fucking opp
I looked at niggas as my brothers
I open up shop
I guarantee I make it bubble
Call it Westbrook
Courage of others
How do we measure courage?
Every time I see someone in military uniform I always thank them for their service.
My dad served two
right left
Yo left yo left yo left right left
I'm feeling crazy
I've got my mind made up
I'm in my fatigues and I'm ready for war
Hear the drummer
gettin' money
So what the fuck you sayin', lil' nigga
First of all, I wanna tell my mama that I made it
I ain't talkin' bout my real mother, talkin' bout my
Being broke but braggadocious of a powerful mind
Police still killing our sons the War's intimate
Non-violent protesters get shot up by White Spremacist
hot pursuit
Jealously.
All through the night a figure of fright, as I hid my head
And the buried their nose in a cut of my cloths, now torn in
Ashoof, fee soora?
If you want peace
You stand by me
If you want war
You stand by me
We stand together
If you want peace
You stand by me
If you want
strikes Wars so it's hard to make peace
and everybody's wearing crowns so it's hard to be seen
I see babies get aborted
cuz there's mother can't afford
by a single lightbulb
Swung through a you-turn and stopped in a cloud of dust
I opened the door and got out
But my benefactor made no move to follow
of Sangria
Señoritas on the dance floor
Tryna salsa with her
All the players 'bout to wage war
Acting like she wanna see my place
And the decor
Then I'm taking
the
Wealth to the children
I ain’t stand by myself God is brilliant
How the drive in my brothers is brilliance
And my mother ain’t leave
I was tucked in her
A just wanna do this for the scheme
For anyone in a hood who's ever had a dream
Cause a just wanna make ma home town proud...
A told ma mother
the keys
By proxy these maniacs hold of your grain
So sow the seeds carefully
Care for WE
Release the oxytocin in your brains
Im gonna take you on a trip
Here I go again ready to flow again
Better hold my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical can't keep
faith
Range Rove leather roof, love war fuck a truce
Still move a bird like I'm in bed with Mother Goose
Them hoes comin' in a baker's dozen
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