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For our entire village was but a compound house
Yes the culture of Africa, though the child may belong to one household
It took an entire community
And isn't able to cope
So we've Pieta House, Apollo House, Pelican House
For our new age blood sacrifice and ghost estates
My Ireland doesn't know what
bed
Wastelands that lived before the snow
Time stands still
As we race through the universe
On our way to the sun
And as we arrive at the house
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
to hear my craft
From our childhood, our mother didn't hear me laugh
I'm presenting you the future, I don't fear my past
I ain't got a tattoo anywhere
own can't handle it
Hand on chin to keep my head up
Ain't no time to kick my feet up
Barely get to roll my weed up
Stole my art supplies
Had to get by
They don't wanna see me at all
They want me cuffed by the law
I still got trust in the Lord
And I'm still up in the store
I still pop smoke at Dior
the e-race of history
Can I honour the pain of those past and yet know that the past is not me
Can I honour a race, a movement and still be able to see that
you won't survive
Do us a favor don't be like our neighbors by crashing the party to ruin the vibe
Cause we don't need it, try to battle us you'll get
from their foundations
We dragged ourselves on a twenty-mile mission to fill our goblets in the kitchen
Got stopped by a hallway goblin named Frank who
at the end of our pain, it's insane
and we won't need a therapist for that
We won't always be broken, but we'll always be black
Sometimes, I feel more broken
out, when we do we bust the four-five
Cause shells coming back at us while we jump in the ride
Flying, ducking, our bitches in the club clucking
never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five
Cause shells comin' back at us while we jump in the ride
Flyin', duckin', our b****es in the club
Amen (Yeah)
While we’re in this moment, um
God has taught me a lot about miracles
And that He is still moving, and still healing, and still
the park to love each other
But when our fingers interlock, can't deny, can't deny, you're worth it
And after all this time
I'm still into you, let's go
the park to love each other
But when our fingers interlock, can't deny, can't deny, you're worth it
'Cause after all this time
I'm still into you
I
the park to love each other
But when our fingers interlock, can't deny, can't deny, you're worth it
And after all this time
I'm still into you, let's go
The boys they want only one thing
And so I give it, don't complain
Daddy's gone, Mama lost her job
Our house ain't a home no more
Still my faith's
half cause
He'll die with me
O B A is the set and we gone make ours
Couple niggas got shot trying take ours
I was in the crack house with eight vows
You
and the Lord taketh away
Please Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig
Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing on
It don't even look
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
wet our tongues until our legs gave out
We'd watch the sun fall down
Inch by inch
We'd crawl our way back into your house
I still remember you
Look so
Sheep's Clothes
Gonna huff and puff and down the house blows
(Cover your scars with your leather if that's what you choose)
(Alone by yourself you'll be
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