Lyrics:
Tina got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you
I went to the high school about three o'clock
To try to catch a cutie ridin' my jock
My homeboy's jeep,
insanity there's a death watch
On the land and sea
And I believe that we may never live our lives
We were born under the gun and just like
Every mother's
of things last year, humbled by my vanity
i tried to b da man that i planned to be, but fell in insanity, i started actin' angrily and realized
that blood
begins since before you were born
Don't let a moment slip by that you'll regret when your gone
Losing 80 beats a minute 400 for this song
Tomorrow isn’t
I've been here before and
I don't need no long walk home down a loveless parade
Seems I was born in a dead man's suit
I was born in a dead man's suit
those in exile
Waiting to be released
In city
Surrounded by slums
Invaded by soldiers
Invaded by debt
Under dictator
Who escalates terror
for me or for you brother's more like
Double triple kinda of trouble
Bubble rumble rubble
Harsh like stubble
Five O'clock shadow
Man I don't mean
Seven o'clock in the morning, got a message from afar
Down under an oasis where there are dreams still being born
And summer spoke to winter
back the clock
From father time
When men never
Dare cross the line
In another man's dime
In this recession,
cll men proceed
In progression
, by
a devil in that dress but
If she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I had her up by 12 o clock
Then 3 o clock she wet again
I m screamin Oh
and that's all they will ever show
So the ones in the West will never move east and feel they could be at home
Get tricked by the Beast but where them gon'
way out of the fog
I was blinded by the wine; a sacred shot of vine from a man I once idolized
What I mean is that I see now I never opened my eyes
Oh,
under my pillow
You walk by my window, I see your silhou-ette
Candle light is what I desire
But all I get to do is fix your flat tyre
When you ring my
We had to be wagin a war on the opps
You look at how tight were the edge of the odds
Just look at the clock
I made lotta hits every second
But man
Cannes
Last disciples
Got to break bread with my man's
No please sir
No checks
Put the money in em bags
Irritated by the fake love
Your boarding gate
[Verse 1]
I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah fucked in the head
My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed
'Til one night he snuck in and said
and hungry
Growing wild, on the run
And he'll die reaching for freedom
He was born under the gun
Swollen men, blind with power
Break the rules, one by one
and hungry
Growing wild, on the run
And he'll die reaching for freedom
He was born under the gun
Swollen men, blind with power
Break the rules, one by one
fly all the time, courtesy of my grind
Industry and in the street, know how to walk that fine line
Bout my business mind mine
Cause on that clock ain't
You can only understand it
If you come from under the hood and you're still standing
I abandoned my hope early when exposed to cope the pain by
be blessed again to be surrounded by some souls
Or what if I’m alone and nobody even knows man
This is my vent session, got no time for first
You must be reborn to enter the Kingdom of Heaven
But how can a man enter his mother's womb a second time?
Aahhh it's by the Spirit
We're born
I was born in November, eight day 1971st y'all,
nine o'clock in the mornin', a Christian girl in Kansas City gave birth y'all,
She taught the kid
to the man dem weh dey hustle oo
I'm counting my blessing one by one
Me deyah pon top and me never gon' stop
Too low fi ah next iman ah next iman
I'm counting
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