Lyrics:
on a vine
Life was probably a lot tougher
But I wonder if that life, could ease my type of suffer
The suffering of my soul, the struggle of my spirit
I try
Battling with pain on a day to Day
Silence all the lambs I just want To pray
I miss the mass choir singing Sundays
The hymn Amazing Grace would Take
screaming fuck the world and fuck the police
We way too great to be dying in the streets
They think they can control a n****
But my souls all I got
Da da da
a choir in my head
Good omens come
And I'll believe again
I told my mind, body and soul
Not to give in
When good omens come
Then I can breathe again
I'm crippled by a false grace In a sleep walking race Blinded by my last few tears
Bleeding off my face Pearls and diamonds fill the glass
of brother to stand out, always keep my hand out
To help another brother, what is taught by my mother
Good to the drip drop and I won't flip flop
Straight
relying on mass transit ridin'
But going back I remember the time when, that bus was freedom, as a kid
Only way I got around were the wheels on my bike,
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
from the safest source cup
I keep away from Satan’s course
Banking on the better force
Outvoted by the people’s choice
I feel this (In my soul)
I got it
Center stage, no sliver spoon, born ugly
Funny how time changes, now my soul beautiful
His favorite Angels love me
10,000
Sinner man, wit praying
perched in pleasures of understanding
Unbeknown to us as I gaped at the ham of her hinds and licked my wicked lips
Like a predator priest prowling choir
Ollie Buckks
Dope and I like it
Only with my homMie
Got real nigga in my DNA
Ain't no bitch in my DNA
[Pre-Chorus]:
You could tell by my eyes I'm
they rushed the store before Soul Train Awards
Incorporate a law, whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped
By Jamal with the Wu sword
My crew
Rap's in my soul brr, I feel cold
Yo I break it down
I break the sound down to the underground
Now how that sound? Yo, I'm totally awesome
Somebody get me
Web
And that's www dot
Or WWE cause we got the F out
With this little light of mine
We're going to find the best route
So Lord God please order my steps
a hooker
I be on my toes, busting on her nose
I be on my phone, ord another hoe
Honey D tho, she can get a dip throat
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls
By the one in the chamber of the Glock I got in my draws
I got my cap to the side, watchin'
Just another boy fueled by the revolution, Just another unlucky soul left for you to tread on, Just another one living in this mass confusion, Just
No, my brother, you've got to buy your own
Yeah
Yeah, woo
Yo, it's like the box sets
Star Wars, Fast and Furious franchises
Six projects, six
of production
People getting body-snatched and cloned by the day
Mass meditation we all need to pray
Gangstalkers love to stalk the chosen ones
Trying to have
and a glock
Seem like we living just to become a victim, of a random shot
Everytime I turn my back, another y'all motherfuckers turn and crack
It seem like
a ditch
Kill me a family of 4 and i dip
I got the glock on my hip
Finish the kids
They stuck in the backseat all mangled up from the hit
Timoney i got me
that long It's 1155, I gotta slip, I gotta slide
My Uber is outside, ain't got enough for another ride
So I hurry up and dip out the back door I lost
of my shoes
Just play by the rose and
That everything on cool
Don't play with no money people lack in a
Woke up in a club and they packin' a two
Then they
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