Lyrics:
tearing up
He watched them take me off on that stretcher
6 yr old facing pressure
Now he asking them questions
Don’t tell me not to stress it this some
like Eli with them Giants
Water tracking your rhymes underwater like Poseidon
From coon to Coach Boone Remember Them Fallen Titans
All black brush with
thinkin a perm
I'm thinking big chopping get back to my birth
My lips is the fullest
Rep black to the fullset
On black girl shit til I get back in the earth
catching up
So boy better back down 'cause
I ain't backing up
I know 'nuff of them fear me
And I can't see one of them that's near me
I'm a fully grown man
wonder on
I wondered what had made her wander on
Just then i saw my buddy daniel boone
And he said let me tell you what i think
Think we should take
with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come on, let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road
Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B
The symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust
This for the listener
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
hurt
Even though the sun ain't out you
Refuse to take ya shades off
You starin' at the tombstone
Wishin' you could rip the fuckin' name off
Me? I know
Take yo time We’ll wait on that
Like girl Tell me what’s yo take on that
Because Peng black girls look good no relaxer
Peng black girls with curls in
Jail want me in jail
I'm a Black Male
I'm hoping you get this letter
This here is black mail
And I am hoping for better
Take a look at my flow
It's
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
My country road take me home
Take me to the place where I was born
My country road take me home
Back to the place where I come from
My country
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
my head by the sword
For now that I've seen what I need to see
Please take me where I need to be
"What have you learned?" It's better to tell
alone
Sweet charity
Save me
The heavens have opened
I'm coming home
Sweet charity
Save me
The asylums have opened
I'm coming home
Sweet charity
I'm
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
by me
I got me
I'm by me
I'm by me, by me, buy me
The gift of the sky
Lips of honey
Prove to me you never gave my disappointment
And dark
Hey mr bus driver can you take me home
But I don't know if I really want to go
Just a kid with big dreams and too much to worry
Take me home the long
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel
assembly required, instructions not included,
Black I then broken, sometimes, more feel, nah, nah, nah, take this off, that goes here, put this piece back
getting shot at you's an enemy
If I never call back hold the memories
Dressed up in all black for the symmetry
Lining these heads up, like a Kennedy
Play by
they knew that I would
I just had to take my time
Well, I still don't act the way I ought to do
My mistakes don't make me blue
They've even helped me
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