Lyrics:
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
the what
It was, like, you ain't, really give a fuck
I'm a sister, mother, I'm your daughter, I'm your lover and I'm
Right here, and I'm sayin' that it's
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
to church (no, no)
I admit it, admit it (I)
I admit it, I did it (I)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it
I admit I got so many flaws
For my true love has died today.
I'll die for him tomorrow."
They buried her by the old church tower
Him they lay beside her,
And from her
(The day is here already)
When I was a young'n man
I couldn't understand the streets
Not the dice games, or block beef
And definitely not the police
Uhuh
Amen
You know the vibes hah
Had to take you back to the essence
Yeah
The church boy fell from grace
Felt the spirit in the place
Testimony
I'll never stop
I don't give a fuck
If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckers
I will never stop
I bust six out the roof
young William was floating in a watery stream"
It was airly next morning his mother came there
Wringing her fingers and tearing her hair
Saying "was
This the city where they die When the gun load
This the city where the young Don't grow old
This city where them mothers screaming no More
Where
the pews
Every Sunday in the service
During the week they prey on the weak
Church on every corner and still young blood on every corner
trapped in this maze
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
a charming young priest in a "close-knit" mid-American
neighborhood. Well-respected by both young & old alike,
he struggles with the constant pressures
datll tear your shit,
Shit datll have your mother sittin front seat in the church,
You know how we work, we flossin we gotta look nice,
You niggaz is
a hundred on a Thursday
And Club Liv got me sinnin' on a church day
Stevie J all on the mic, he screamin' out my birthplace
Philly, we back!
Look how
Curved from limbs of eternal goddess
The oracle is earthened
The church is mud
The mosque is bamboo
And so is the poet
A lad tied in teats of mother's
high man
I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me
So I would go to school and try to get good
the ancestor both the young kings are blessed
A man and a woman leave the church overdressed
Far from the Lord, close to the Benz
My mother hit the lotto now
a prayer for me
That church house you know I stray from it I run away from it
Cause Pastor pick on me his whole serum
I know I ain’t been praying like I
your mother
Now your having relationship problems with your mother
Yuh
Asthamtix
And I'm tired of the stress
Maybe poppin pills will make me feels
Unh
There are certain parts of life
That you wish you could just
Do over
Especially when you're young
And you have no idea..that some moments
They
church or in school
I done wasted my time trying dig all in her spine
Because she fine but she crazy in the mind
This is all I see
We all doing the same
we're wrong?
Has our young courage faded?
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel down, angel down
Why do people just
life, live it
Proud to be black, young and gifted
Lifted by the knowledge and
Taking the right route
Gang violence needs to be wiped out
A-L-M-IG-H Ty
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