Lyrics:
take in the ghetto you find a whole lot of crime
I can understand
Hey
I know what it means
Being nine years old before I got my first pair
that
That's just the way it goes
That's just the way it goes
Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well
it goes
That's just the way it goes
Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well, they just didn't realize
Sitting alone in an old rocking chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected by those who should care
Rocking alone in
I see right through
You and I never tried to be much closer
Twenty six, forty five, now we much older
Same old story, nothing ever changes
Another
do the same time as your mortgage
All the same time that you're hungry
It's a different story, like a laboratory
But they testing me especially,
repent or no name
naw erase why remain caged in dismay
when you could be surrounded by grace
made my diction confusing
now the wicked making up stories
I
how these fools die (Die die)
Waitin' on school by (By by)
Have you on the news by (By)
Y'all know how the story goes
We give a fuck about award
Gold 24s
Rollin thru the town
Sippin on this drank
Mackin hoes in the south
I got golds in my mouth
So they fuckin with a player
Yea
Yea they fuckin
I don't feel like I belong and it's all just the same
The sun will shine and the birds will fly but it just feels cliché
Don't tell me that I am
the same old story
Woah! Woah!
You are the rain
And I am the flame
I don't miss you babe
By your side, day by day, I can't run away
From my thoughts
the flame of love's burned out and can't be lit again
And it's the same old story
You've heard a thousand times
Somebody's trust gets broken
Somebody's left
Chief
Out of his mine
The black devil worshipers swallowing swine
Do you believe that?
Bodies in hell give me feedback
Hands on the old Ouija board
THE EVENING NEWS
by John Sheldon
Well I watched the news today
It had nothing new to say
It was the same old story asinine and boring
You know it
by day, nothing ever above,
Same old stories wrapped in our love,
Hold my hand, through the highs and the lows,
Same old love, it's the path that we
the same
Niggas found you from a hash tag
Niggas found you in a trash bag
Niggas found you on a smash grab
The baby spitting
Read you a bedtime story
Bitch
Rewind a tad, my coming out
The day my mom and me went south
I did not come out by choice
A cop came in and took my voice
From there I finally found myself
It was my First day of school
January '02
Seen this nigga with curly hair
Had them hoes by the two
Raised my hand for the roll call
Niggas knew I
A POEM FOR EVERY GAY. BLACK. FEMININE. MALE. Here’s our story...
On Nov. 2n d,
14-year-old Giovanni Melton was killed by his father Because he was
young and reckless
This year was my first time down in Texas
I'm in South by and everybody got they fuckin' mouth wide
East-Side nigga
But the way he
left to say
Same shades and the same flow
We got the same white as the rainbow
Got the silver line by the clouds, see
Cry happy tears when the raindrops
Whoah
I'll come up
And make it out the block
A nigga going global
7 years old when I came up
That's Northside
I came from the south
I'm going up
Sitting alone in an old rocking chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected by those who should care
Rocking alone in
Heart's full of passion, jealousy and hate
Woman needs man, and man must have his mate
That no one can deny
It's still the same old story
A fight for
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