Lyrics:
when I get bigger
And time is the best healer
So relax and let go
And let me count my pesto
I know my voice echo
Throughout the ghetto
Show a young king
You know in so many different parts of the world
They looking at Oakland to see what Oakland gone do first
Like Chairman Fred Hampton senior said
saw, what looked like, a light emitting from the hole beneath him.
Voices calling from below.
Sleepwalker. Gravedigger. Murderer.
Ashley thought maybe
She's the kind of woman that I need
The type to roll it up
Yeah, my baby bring the weed
Plus she look good in them jeans
Don't let her pass you by
Don't
alongs
One day have my voice all around the world
So follow me if you know the words and say
Righteous and ratchet
Abba
The world wanted peace Jesus brought a sword
The children wanted piece the blood spill out boys
The world wanted freedom to do just what they please
the voice inside my head
Is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else
Because opinions are like voices, we all have a different kind
So just clean
ghetto living drive by's and killing
The preacha's paid and I'm broke so I can't feel him
I know the Lord is watching me but He gave us free will
I feel
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
the loudest.
We’ll sing on although the sun’s not shining
With your voice and my voice, the world will sing as one.
I’m thinking back, remembering that day I
to us
It's World War 3, ain't nobody to trust
White man got a plan to see us all locked up
Instead of killin up yo own kind, focus yo mind
Check ya
the world die by the creator
So don't listen to their cheats and curses
Stick it up your ass
If you think I'm gonna pass
We're black on black, detonate
die
Thunder is my kind
It's the sign of my God
Who reigns up in the sky
It's decided by God
To cross this bridge tonight
Cross this bridge tonight
Let me tell you 'bout the new world order
Not the kind to make you run for the border
It's a new religion wrapped in a revolution
With a proven
change the world
I just wanna be the voice for every boy & girl
No matter what we go through
Just know that I'll be with you
I just wanna change, change,
time
Because my voice is baritone
And I really don't need no microphone
But I use one anyway
To make sure the ladies hear what I say
And from here
attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez
Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches
That's how I got my change, fam
Ain't a damn thang free in this world
Maybe all it takes to break through the noise
Is to raise my voice
Speaking for a world far beyond what I see
Everything can change and that's all up
when nobody around
I can be a toy the kind that made you smile when you were seven
It's okay if I'm a toy
Still preschool Adri sitting by the sad kids
As I travel deep inside myself
I wonder what kind of man I really am
I've got no answers
I've got no answers
This wicked mind of mine
Disturbs me all
Mapping out a sky
What you feel like, planning a sky
What you feel when voices that come
Through the window
Go
Until they distance and die
Until there's
crash (world crash, world crash)
Crash so I'm paying up my fees
I'll be comforted by grass, staying doing what I please (take it away, aye)
Then, losing
knowing no manners
And everything that it manages
Changing some kind of sanity
Going fed with humanity
Acting some kind of panicky
Think the world is its
world among us
So world of hunger
If they could
They take the world from us
And who I mean by they, teachers
Who don't believe in his students
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