Lyrics:
line, the razor drew her zodiac sign
No one heard the quiet rage Fill your diaries page by page
Lost the colour from your skin Lost all the music from
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
too
Because of money boys don dey do yahoo
So tey girls go dey fall for the money too
See i come from africa where kids in the zone
Show respect
doing niggas like spawn
I try to do right from wrong and let it out in a song
To keep from dumping bitch made off in a pond
Cause something's been going
Real ones by my side
We all play it by code
I done came up
Now watch how I ball
They want me to fall
So I cut em off
For the tribe I ride you know how It
loko
Im Infatuated by those eyes
Kiss her from her neck to her thighs
In my mind
Make me wanna call you mine but who is you
Lets rewind get
went
I went through, I came out in this shopping mall
Where boys wear England shirts and West Ham shirts and Arsenal shirts
And the boys from
bang
When they're timid when the friction from my pen hitting the page
Sets them ablaze
I'm a blizzard in the winter make it rain ink
Whiteness left
Laying in bed at night
Aced with the thought of
Waking up without you here
Lying by my side
Dear diary I'm writing down...
Now I'll fall asleep
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
of the carousel
A black parade of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark,
Scours every street for the boys to drag them down to hell
The boys have seen too much
could change who we are
Stop to ignite it, it was burning, to relight it, it was shining
If it runs out of flames, it will not burn again
Too much hope
Hail in his veins made sure his heart was cold
Once upon a time there was a boy born in the furnace
Fire in his eyes
His skin melting from the burning
off
By barricades, soldiers and all
Received orders from The King
To let no one enter at all
For all of The King's celebrations
This was protocol
Then
keep it nasty like JaronOnTheBeat yeah
All my boys on creep
We twelve deep up in the jeep
None of us have a new piece
Straight out the mud blood run off
Keepers Baby
Out Here PT.1 & 2
I'm the type to stand out
Never took a hand out
I got my shit planned out
Watch my plans pan out
W.O.H.
Never ran from
And a "way to go" from your label every day
Looking boy
Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for
Weeks pregnant now ain't told Sonny
He's stressed out cause there's feds about
Three months, she tells him he's overjoyed -
Hopes it's a boy
But you've
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like
rap artist (no)
Then tearing out the still beating heart from the loose-leaf carpets
I ordered a hovercraft off the back page of an RC comic
Built
have the FOI come out
We got the deacons from the church
They do security and we just play football
Baseball, you know
Get that community spirit going
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
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