Lyrics:
lyrics, like a acrobat
And avoid combat like a diplomat
But when it's time for back lash, jacked or killed
It's a thrill to drill a run of the mill Bill
You know you're in a war that can't be won
You need to stop and understand me, son
'Cause I got a pocket full and I can hand you some
You're now
you
I can be by myself and ask all these other niggas and don't have to do half the shit
I just gotta fucking text the nigga, I don't even have to see
on poor natives
I've come to believe with some degree of certainty
This place locks hearts away as well as the chains you see
But I am stilled by scripture
Questioning my heart, my soul
But I feel, like you the one
Light my world, like the sun
But just like every mother's son
Can't treat a bitch for shit, no hope
that raised by your granny, pistols and Now & Laters
Your pops was way too busy, missin' your mom's labor
Grew up just like your daddy
To baggin'
was the slogan showing
When they tried to see my tats
Never knew what was in the skin
Would finally be a fact
Feeling like mother nature's
Right behind
talking to my pride
I kindly put that shit aside
To make some peace inside my mind
I’m not perfect not by any means
I just chase my dreams like everybody in
on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son
Haash yinílyé
Navajo
I have Chiefs In My Bloodlines
Code Talkers in my voice
The Wolf is my son
Now it's time to make some noise
Success in me was
urine
Rest in peace Puerto Rican J
Yo no me canso, what the fuck he say?
Fat Marquito, who the fuck are they?
With her mother, probably where she stay
by day
I mean who's to say
Who's to say, you find an answer when living?
What if you just die?
What if life as we know it is all a dream?
What if we
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
Wo-Worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight
Th-These girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, zip up straight
I don't give a fuck if I was
the other
A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother
One of your grandparents, even your baby brother
Cause everybody knows, everybody goes
I
are Mother Earth's bastard kid?
And she's been trying to erase her greatest mistake
By eradicating the human race
Decomposing as I speak, technically
as the fulcrum
But what would I actually know? I’m just some smelly old bum
Diggin through old crates feeding on bread crumbs
Just another mother’s broken son
Swear I've been through some dark days
Some had part ways
They couldn't tell me about the heartache
We bill spliffs just to take away the pain
Ever
Ah-em
Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit
Sometimes a nigga feel like shit
Talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear life" shit
fans stirred up in some sorta Twitter civil war
Here's an equal opportunity smack down in the sequel
That's of the people, by the people, for the people
pack
Struggle from bill to bill
Last 20 dollars got some weed and some beer still
The trill of depression dries livers and burns lungs
Bitter woman that
as shit
Another mother lost her son deepest apology
But he was way too big to fight them killa cropped his tee
Plz believe in God
Before you believe in me
Talking some nights there was no meals
We couldn't even pay the bills
While my brother over there getting high just for a motherfucking cheap thrill
Man I
hangover stink
Two thousand nine hell in some pink
Hit rock bottom and felt a small hand pat my back
Heard a voice inside son its time to stop
Now I find
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