Lyrics:
Looking our the window
All that he can see
His own reflection's final plea
"I would die to see the rain below the rainbow just like others do"
We crown
on what's really important
My mind is really distorted
I find nothing but trouble in my life
I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
This orphanage we call
system's a fucking lie
They'll keep them there until they die
Our freedom of speech in this
Country is limited to having
The sage obedient views
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea
of July?
[Evidence]
Alchemist.
[Prodigy]
[Chorus]
We doing it, getting our paper
We ain't rookies, we major
Name brand gangsters, you still
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
The question to ask is
Self-sabotage is the epitome of destruction
We place obstructions in our paths
We place obstructions in our paths
Our paths
Our paths, our
and despised a king without throne
That's why his is familiar with all of our sorrow
With scars caused by fire, with cuts made by swords
He knows our emotions,
the grace that
Pays their eternal deficit
Now we enjoy God and all of His preeminence
Listen in
Because of who He is
If I'm worth dying for
Yes this God is
nutrients
All we need is a little sunshine
You know, some exposure
You don't need to keep your kids
We we don't need to keep our
Kids closed in and indoors
We
should harass
And ask for id
You would never see Trayvon Martin
In a hoodie in Connecticut
Shooting the kindergarten
Is it me, or can anyone see, our only
We've discussed the web from
Three points of view as an analogy of the
Selective operation of our senses and mind
Whereby certain things in the
World
were in love
This ain't rain in July, this is death in December
I will always remember how you looked at me
Star streak in the skies, but I'm caught in
a coffin, bro I damn near lost it
If Slug ever double crossed ya, I'ma triple cross ya
We thugs get incarcerated, stripped down to our boxer
My thug niggas
Here we are
The world is ours
(This shit right here make me feel a certain kind of way)
From the block to boulevards
The rain is gone
(This
doesn't believe in karma
Make, no mistake, we're awake
Throne is ours to take
Coming to save the world
For all our boys and girls
That haven't grown
is our religion
(We are) the anti-cancer
(We are) the only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But what's inside of me, you'll never know
(We
kiss
I was embarrassed
You confessed too
Surprised
I leaned in
"Well I think we put our lips like this"
Innocence was stripped
Drained from your eyes
They say rap music is subliminal
But the music for us is like our own diary
Something like a confession
They tell me life is a bitch
She's something
their case
In this dominion, we been plundered stripped of our past
As they take claim, to know our name would bring us glory
No longer walk in doubt
the simple
Yea I want begin our time together by informing some and reminding others
That our God is intentional
In other words the actions of God are never
Digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner as
The good guys america stripped
For bed and we had not all yet
Closed our eyes the signs of Truth
Were tattooed across
saw the drunken folks
And went to grab his dad's guitar so we could play
But when a back he came we'd boiled in the flame
So Charlie drank all by
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