Lyrics:
Me Against The World Now I'm Feeling Like Tupac
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Big Gee]
Its World War I Where I'm From That's Why My Mind Gone
World War Ii When
sins away
I'm gonna lay down my heavy load, down by the riverside,
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
I'm gonna lay down my heavy load,
this mirror war got Sunday feels
Hey brother reverend check the reference
That way you know Saturdays the 7th
& on Sunday you take all your own one ways
'm all that I need
When I'm drifting away
To make up my mind
I need me tonight
Can I fight my own destiny
That has heen an irony
And determined when I was
nothing to give, I tap out
Need a fix - answers or somethin'
Look in the mirror like I'm looking for a fight
Civil war, but who am I fighting for?
As it
The battle's on, where I roam in composition
A hardcore crowd, waitin' to see, if I break
Like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate
It'll
love
My hearts turned black it's Kodak
I'm tryna heal but I have no trust
Bro got the trap house filled with snowflakes
Come along away from the two
[First Verse]
If it's on I'll kill my own like a Civil War
This EBK, what the fuck should I be civil for?
It's over, pour into my bullet tips
Split
let them have their way,
At this moment they're plotting and planning.
We've got to rise up to take their power away,
To save the world that they're
Estate war
What you got an aggy face for?
We carry eggs it's not just life that we claim's raw
Taking advantage of the days without rainpour
We
that they Christians,
Fuck singing these songs nigga I'm swinging,
The ballot or the bullet which one are you gonna choose
Civil war coming fast you bout
know that,
So when you’re squaring up to me it gets me so mad,
It’s like you dare me just to see my limitations,
But I ain’t got the patience now
may be seated
War ready
You got shooters, I've got shooters
We've got money
Let's do what them other niggas can't do
Mastermind
Nigga got
couldn't have been 'Smith' or
'Jones' or 'Bush' or 'Powell'
That wasn't your name
They don't have those kind of names
Where you and I came from
No what was
the same war that I done had to battle for years
It's a war that yall can't see, but its going on inside of me
Got me feeling like I'm Shakespeare, to be
needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
(Classic man) That's on my mama though
I got piranha flow,
Hannibal Hamlin was V.P. during the Civil War
Andrew Johnson's assassin, instead, got drunk at a bar
Schuyler Colfax was caught up in a railroad scandal
that I can rock a funk rhyme
Hey yo, ice-cube chillin
Cause we got the gats and knack to see the kids top billin
Impressionalist, not
You'll see that it's a sign, gotta see a sign
Of a harsh winter coming
And I know exactly how I got here
And I know exactly what went wrong
It were a silly
You went looking for me dear
Down by the sea
You found some little silver fish
But you didn't find me
I was hiding dear
hiding all away
I was
You went looking for me dear
Down by the sea
You found some little silver fish
But you didn't find me
I was hiding dear
hiding all away
I was
me, but we were pen pals for years
I think he was put off by my owning guns
But it's a difficult area that my family lives in
We got death threats
and comfort the conditions these are prisons
They want a Civil War like it's 1864
Civil Disobedience I'm looking for Thoreau
Risk it all for my cause Nat
lincoln the civil war won't defeat him
Got to love
The sweet taste of history
Chances are
They will burn it all up
Got to love
The sweet taste of history
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