Lyrics:
game like it's TNT
I never Shaq a Fool but I'm still I'm lower than I please to be (yeah)
I'm from an era where you get to where you need to be
By
The kids are insane
Sick in the brain
Licking the same wounds
We sit with the same moon above us
But we're different from the others
'Cause we
recorded a song
And this is what it said:
After the first and the second world wars
You'd think us Europeans couldn't take it no more
But we built up
I'm going all the way opposite the grind
Trying desperately to take back our time
The money beast got us by our neck and mind
And all these fucking kids
right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
He's probably smilin' down on us right now
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
street
The lady walkin' on main street
The guys hangin' on the side street
The kids runnin' down fifth street
They're all just like me
Lord, I
street
The lady walkin' on main street
The guys hangin' on the side street
The kids runnin' down fifth street
They're all just like me
Lord, I
we get to play them they'll be yesterday's news
The kids really love us and we're bringing a crowd Mom and dad like our music but we play it to loud We
He said I woke up and I was twenty five
With a job I didn't want, but I guess it got us by
Got married young, had a son in a house in the town I
right
Everybody tellin' me that he's in heaven
He's probably smilin' down on us right now
But judgin' by the kind of stuff he was all mixed up in
between us, ego, cash, or somethin' else
Don't know what it is, I wonder when recordin' by myself, damn
Where did all the homies go? (Uh-huh)
Where did
see on the timeline
No electric and no lights
Hold tight now because it’s a cold night
We’re on the pipe now
And if you don’t like it tell us pipe down
New Kids Makes Bare Sounds Like They Beat Their Mash & They Really Have Bun Man
Let’s Put It To The Test I’ll Press 3 In A Sec Take A Guess What Bun Man
until we meet again
I can't believe it seems like yesterday
Just kids and now it's time to grow up
That thought makes me feel sick now I want to cry
motherfucking hell.
So let us open the gates of hell for the likes of you.
May God rest your soul when we are through.
This is our vengeance.
Orphan
What the hell did I do wrong?
Doesn't matter now you're gone
Now you're gone
All the things I said and did
When I was a little kid
Did they hurt
I live with spite
And my bitterness compounded by the kids in the crowd
So innocent and open as they sing it out loud
There’s nothing you can do
When a black man can't walk certain streets
Without being hassled by the pigs
When the youth are forced into the school system
Designed to break
and lemonades by the pool
and it was us
against the world
we were redefining cool
but we were scared
when you were late
leaving everything to fate
cause
grandchildren
not growing up on dirt
We ain't gone have no kids to get ourselves killed
Verse 2: Beelow
Ran through the side do'
laid them bitches down flat
Arrow kid runs by
Catch one in your side
Is this the end?
We should die
Let us go
Life is all a film
Let the bullets fly
Truth, lies, a film
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