Lyrics:
he was young he used to
Cry by a belt
There's levels to this pain
No love
Don't nobody really give a fuck bout you
Until you fall down
Until you die
Ladies and Gentlemen
I wanna introduce to you right now
Young Donovan... He's eleven (mmmmm)
The problem we're facing right now
Is we're losing
That God has been condemned
You may be young but now's the time
To speak your words to them
Yes I am young and you are old, that's why I kept my
My people need to be re-educated into the importance of controlling the economy of our own community
I move through the grooves of time. I move cause
Some days I feel, I need to grow up
How'd I end up like this? I guess I didn't make the cut
Murdered by my future, there's no time to cleanup
wouldn't be murdering, (your own people like)
Oh ya see, it's a trap, (it's a trap, that's what it's called by the way)
It's a trap
It's a trap night
doesn't know
Anything about life
Cus he was spoon fed by dad and mommy alike
When people back then were only fed with a knife
And we wonder why people bitch
Cry
Sometimes I wonder why these young people dying
But then see agendas keeping our cultures colliding
Just to remain in power, like vultures, they
You don't have to cry don't you shed another tear
Gave it all to God imma make it this year
And we won't have to struggle we can finally live in
(This song right here)
Ooh
Young Mula baby
That's right
Happy music, happy people
Happy people
Everything is alright
Everything is alright,
young...
Another frozen future has passed.
Another breed, another cast.
The rivers will run, brought to life by the sun, the circle is
still
blow by
My eyes stay fixed but the picture's kinda outta focus
I cry a lot but admit to it
Enjoyin' life now but I've been through it
Sometimes I
Spies everywhere go check up on your walls
Twenty people standing to listen up on your calls
But I ain't really focused
Attention on something else
Now that young girl, outside the store
Was trying to capture snow's magic
But each flake melted at her touch
Which her young mind found quite tragic
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
"Gangster Rap has become incredibly popular and profitable
By selling lyrics about black-on-black violence"
"It's not actually a form of music"
sit down by me eat a meal
I feel like Jesus at the table
I feel like Able in the Bible
Your most dangerous foe is close to you
Check your people you
don't make you special, they just make you flawed"
"What doesn't kill you makes you wish that it had"
And, "Good things happen to people that are bad"
And brothers is dumb young
Young boys
Still bustin' guns for the slum
That they come from
Cops is the only ones they gon' run from
That's it
They puttin'
everybody wanna rap a pam pam
Dem dey call me Lil Wayne call me young money
Cuz I dey for black buddy black buddy
Anytime I look at my life I want to cry
passed on the young side
It's bad 'cause a good friend's hard to come by
Justice is never color blind, never gun shy
The one crime, you may never see
to cry
Have you ever had the devil look you in your eyes
Young nigga, don’t you know no good
Have you ever seen somebody make it out yo hood
Have you ever
While the world’s watching - watching you
Dark Days Ahead, I’m having trouble breathing, can you hear the people cry
The color of law:
Black like
I'm supposed be a don by now
Have a daughter and a son by now
I'm supposed to be a wise man now
But I'm feelin like a lost young child
Aint no level you
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