Lyrics:
anybody's guess
Where did he get the twine, what was goin' through his mind
Did it just seem like a good idea at the time
Well, we walked up beside it
So till the day, I'mma do my shit
I proved my shit, they know my name
Not proud of the outcome
Either have regrets or
Be out young, don't sleep
Slave
His lips were moving up and down
A mutual friend he doesn't see much now He's in my phone
He said I'm in his too
He wants to be more official
He
the plain. And finally, astride his azure-shaffroned warhorse and surrounded by his elite guard, the silvern-armoured Emperor Koord himself studied
said to his daughter
But that was just yesterday and now
She's drowning underwater
Yellin help
Like cattle out to slaughter
Floating on the water
pressure, on the watch for the Sherriff
In all seven periods you can meet me by the stairs
Remember that day, beat a nigga in the club so bad, thought my
a bust"
"Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a scuffle broke out
He got hit, dropped the cases spitting blood out of his mouth
He walked four blocks to die
yeah, whoa
And I'm the don 'cause the streets said it
Yeah
And I got pressure on me
Seven days a week, it's game seven on me
Life'll test you out
Man
The guy who set him up was Obadiah Stane
Took the reactor out his chest and
Left Tony to die in pain
But with the help of Pepper Potts and Rhodey
He
mothers
And black mothers need sons
Not children that's been killed by guns
It's, just another form of slavery, a modern day lynchin'
The others get
growing out of his chin
Then one day long come Clarence P. Scoggins boppin through the pores and oak with his tennis's on and his double breasted
Oh shit
Doing it all
Giving my all
Living every day to the fullest
With thoughts of him on my mind
Hoping I do his memory justice
Honor his existence
to the dawn
Seven saints fallen to darkness
Clarion calling seven chimes
Echo out over seven worlds
Nothing is obvious nothing is clear
Seven by seven brought
with my wiz
Now she dead with my kids
I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway
All day everyday tryin to get the pay
And I be tryin'
Something my papa said that
Caught my attention
His eyes red he's smoking on
Marijuana mixing the two eleven
He said I'm seven going on sixty-seven
The day I
backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack a rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
suffering to the grave, raw minds composed it
Told it by trade, on the streets stray drifting
Like a burn out, got his hand out
Flat out splayed on cold
I can see a ghost up for seven days straight
She texts me pull up to the crib, damn I'm seven minutes late
I fuck this hoe to get my mind out
better
Cuz I'm living each day
By the promises in God's word
Word, word, word
Cuz I'm living each day
By the promises in God's word
Sunny days, clear
the gunplay
No parents, at least in his mind
One night opened his window and became a runaway
Lost in a city of blocks but can't lego (let go)
Pain in his
on day number seven
And he won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven
[Verse Three:]
The same white man that threw me in the slammer
He bombed the church
God is comin' on day number seven
And he won't call me a nigga when I get to heaven
The same white man that threw me in the slammer
He bombed
couldn't be readin' out the same book
'Cause you'se a crook an' I'm a brother
King James had sex with his mother
Is that yo' edition? Is that your
nothing that these days won't fix
Oh Lord, I don't wanna be like this
My thoughts, spill up out my mind, no drip, no drip (You should know by now)
No
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