Lyrics:
Where do we go
You come to slaughter us in our homes
Jefferson Atatiana shot up in her home
Stephon Clark by his grandma's
He was shot up in her home
He
The way you stand tall and refuse to be moved by men
The more you grow the more beautiful you are
When will you ever understand that you are like Mother
we can watch them eat
We'll walk by the old mining gear
Rusted sheets of iron that the men left here
A hundred summers might be time enough
To smooth
a girl in a uniform
After the game she was mine, young, wild and free
Yeah old Mr. Gentry was pretty cool he said "son, I know where I'd be
And what I'd
And curious George is still curious about his cage
We all have to be so sure
Because God's are masters of fate
And knowing where you come from
Makes it easier
got a couple issues
Well Im airing it out
And I'll get right back
To the old ways like the old days
Cross fade
With the cocaine and the Jose
Right back
see by the blood on my cape."
(Chorus)
Verse 4
"Well I never was real or stronger than steel.
I'm a figment of Freudian need.
And the video
much where we're going
Just a little bit of love to get us by
Goodbye, we're on our way
You and I, we got it made
Throw your gold into a wishing well
just the surface of a dark deep well
And how can you prefer to be wit those
That sprayed you wit gun and hoses
And never put roses on the graves
I'm a stranger in town and my gun's never cold
I'm a gambler so bet on your life
You'll never live to grow old
I deal in lead I won't step aside
heroes are dying and are now permanent modern gods like David Robert Jones aka Davie Bowie
Some heroes are fallen and remain alive after being exposed
mentality, Kobe face
Lord knows if I'm gon' grow old
You only live once, might as well go for broke
I don't wanna regret when the spirits take me home
So I
to pour in pennies in wishing wells
To wish to grow a pair to kill the person that raped me
Snap out of my shell, always scare, getting older but the pain
you bare, few may be as heavy as yours
But I love you Debbie Mathers, oh, what a tangled web we have 'cause
One thing I never asked was where the f-
Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight years old
And that's when I realized you were sick and it wasn't fixable or changeable
And to this day
and snortin'
whodi don't give a fuck, 'cause they dealer got em gone
bout that foolishness, and gon' jack somethin' with they jones
they remind me of me, old
with jewels, one hell of a rhymer
Study lessons in Medina, building with an old timer
So I, always been wise ever since a young minor
Get C.R.e.a.m by
we all got dreams and visions
So we just chase it
Me, I'm from New York
Where we grow up
To never take second places
That's right
These New York City
We never had much money growing up
You know my daddy drove an old pickup truck
But that was fine with me
By the time that I was six years old
I was
beats now
Seeking greener grasses
Passed the last house on the hill
Beyond the old mill
Where dreams grow tall for me, for me, where dreams grow tall
Man life been so hard on me
By the grace of God I still get through
I know somebody watching over me
N now that you gone I hope you do too
I can't
homie) put your bezel up
(Ay) ain't nothin change
It's forever (Ante up)
I come with the medal up (Aw shit)
Right in VIP is where we'll settle up
I need
is all that ensures my slumber
Until I'm stirred and disturbed by the thunder
Burdened to wonder "where's home?" and rupture comfort
I never stuck
I go so numb
When the nights cut bright
The guilt runs cold
I know this isn't right
But it never grows old to me
Don't matter what we call it
This
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