Lyrics:
for the best in myself, no average bars
I drive to the edge of my health, I'm set apart
Soldier with witty lines, black and white with it, no camouflage
things feel the same
When we change just a lil' bit with every day that go by?
Sometimes I can't find the words to say to you
When you start crying but my
ct the gate by Producer 9-0/La'Nardo Myrick
It's me again/ back at the gate
Oh, ancient of days/asking for a better fate
I done unspeakables/my sins
to the gates
Gates of Jerusalem, new Mary of Magdala.
And yours, the Singer - only waits
For your light steps and for the stories you will tell us.
thrive
I also recognize tomorrow's never promised
And if I'm being honest, I've been wasting my days
Replaying the same story being stuck and ashamed
cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed
And your mother's tellin' stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team
You
job
She on the sofa
I'm not gonna hold ya
I pushed a rover
Now ride army green like soldier
Suit up because its never over
The future here I coulda told
focus
Before you treat your soldiers
You need a thousand solid heads
Break bread with those around you
And by the time the war is over
(Well guess we got
in a twin-sized bed
And your mother's tellin' stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team
You taught me 'bout your past thinkin' your future was me
And you
a twin-sized bed
And your mother’s telling stories bout you on
the tee ball team
You taught me bout your past
Thinkin your future was me
And you were tossing me
Growin' up you don't see the writing on the wall.
Passin' by, movin' straight ahead you knew it all.
But maybe sometime if you feel the pain,
you'll
your wonderous stories
Hearing your wonderous stories
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future
Imagine everything
You're close and were you
life
Uhh I just forgot the past
The story of my life
Mama raised the soldier
He grown now
Revenue streams over flow now
I get any cheese nda to funa
We
days blur into one another
I've tried relentlessly to rearrange the story but its out of my control
I'd rather just forget it all and make a quick escape
do about me
Your newspapers – they just put you on
They never tell you the whole story
They just put your young ideas down
I was wondering if
do about me
Your newspapers – they just put you on
They never tell you the whole story
They just put your young ideas down
I was wondering if
black Prado formation
No luck, team high roll presidential
Rolled up with like all my soldiers
Go nuts, wild out we the next generation
Rolled up black
a soldier
Ready to fight for mine
Ready to die for my honour
Twenty-five in my eighty-eight
Mumma raised a soldier
Ready to fight for mine
Ready to die for my
all salutes to the ones before me
Hiphop music my territory
Beard like harvey a chiq like lory
Futures bright mama told me
Ka si ganji staki story
Kama
Security yeah yeah
Security
Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster
And that's the very same reason he ain't here with me
Growin' up you don't see the writing on the wall
Passin' by, movin' straight ahead you knew it all
But maybe sometime if you feel the pain
You'll
through the arteries
Mass Hypnosis
Soldiers going nowhere
Soldiers blinded by their faith
the same
This world is cold
Everybody I know be trying to take
My place up in this game
You won awards and not bringing no battles
The body would die by
a little twist of harmony we smokin' lethel warriors
We warriors, We warriors, we warriors
Eternally thugs here I come tellin' them soldier stories
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