Lyrics:
Brothers find it hard to build
Always eager to kill
Sell ya soul for the record deal
Not half a mil
Couple dollars for ya mass appeal
Shawn carter swag
you been missing
I got lyrics you should listen
Rewritten with precision
Thirty-five years ago
I wrote those rhymes
Hip-hop's still plagued
By violent
trying to do it by yourself
And ain't nobody there to help you
Seem like nobody cares
For beautiful you (listen)
For beautiful you
Baby boy trying
[Chorus]
Are you sleeping
Brother John
If you feel like weeping
Brother John
Please won't you hear me
Brother John
Just wait and see
Brother
Easy road
Brother, there's no easy road
Burning bright
You know you got to burn bright
Burning bright
You know you got to burn
Uplift yourself
being nice all the time
But my new thing for now
Is just kill em on the calm
I'm calm,
It's no anger in my voice
If you subject yourself
To something
Lovely like a honeybee
A different kind of love for me
Putting yourself in bad situations
This is more than one occasion
I know I'm not your father
when she was born, you might leave her alone
She's trouble homeboy, with a big fat "T"
Little girls like that make old men peek
Then a brother like me
those eyes, lips - you can't deny
Have you thought about
Why we look the same?
Why we feel the same?
Don't tell me it's by chance
Oh, you're my brother
I'm not the only Englishman
I'm under cover, but some of my brothers
Are already flying high
Come and enjoy yourself
At Frank Sinatra's party
We
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game
Growing up against the law, but no one knows who's to blame
Dealin' drugs on the corner, you
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good
bleeding on the script
Niggaz wanna go down for the Visa
It's going down, told my brothers hold me
Niggaz wanna go down for the Visa
It's going down, told
one to help
And you ain't have a father but learned to be one by yourself
But you see that s*** was never planned
So how could they understand
What it
seen
Show me a real brother
Or real woman tryna b my queen
It be the pride the size of heart
That make you stand or hide
Die for yourself or with
calm and sane
Down to the place I can call my home
Down to a place no one has known and I wonder
Brother won't you call me by my name
You
on satan or it'll be yourself you're hating
There's no debating time that we start Procreating
But not through Mating Multiply by educating Disciples
Bout
to roll with
Onwerodi ife di oku ka ga aju oyi
Akpati na acho ozu mulanya ka nwa nza
Whatever you do better get yourself a lifeline
Get yourself a gun
can't ever avert
By eyes do we see by faith do we move
I've gotta apply what I've learnt
Was falling apart but he tightened the screw
I just cant believe
Samad, cook it up, yer
(Smile!)
As the world burns around you
The greedy fight until they bleed by the gallonful
The wrath of the devil invades
I pray you're set with ease
I pray you hold forgiveness by the leash
I pray you hold yourself accountable for all the missing pieces
I pray you hear
moralized bigotry
Your back alley procedures and home remedies
Oh brother can you spare me the time
To work on yourself, to check your pride
Make room for
Brother sold me out
Silver and some gold
Left me in a hole
Now im listening to tro
Look after everything you own
They favoured Cameron over Corbin
Biden
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