Lyrics:
and it's paradise
Till the morning light
Through each dream how our love has grown
I see us with our children and our happy home
Little smile so warm
got killed by the Half-Blood Prince
Tryna diss me? See that coming from far
Saw a girl sitting by the potion bar
She told me she was home alone
still a long way to go
Never lose sight of who I am be a long way home
Every day I swear to God try to better Reed
That's why I can't deal with
Hit her in the hallways of Washburn
And had a baby off that shit
You can't tell me nothing (Shh)
It's no discussion
I've grown accustomed to all
I ain't never seemed to be with the program
Nineteen had to see scenes of a grown man
I don't believe I can see the whole plan
I was busy smoking
Commodus
What up pa? Why you turn Bourgeois?
You used to be raw, now you a whore
That's what you call mature?
I'll stay an immature grown man
Rhyming
There's a fire in my heart, but I've got blood in my mouth
Tongue caged by my teeth, trying hard just to speak
But your shout has got me beat and I'm
So, you're out on a limb but you're feeling so grand
As the rulers of this country take you by the hand
Cause you're safe in the knowledge you got
rally grows stronger with my hunger
For this land of the free, home of the brave
Mentally enslaved, we lost everything that our forefathers gained Pain?
life's facing
I see ya pacing
Getting nervous, hard times at home a grown child
Getting no relief on mama's shoulder
Now what I advise is only cries
have grown
Used to be close to home
Now you feel all alone
Nothing left to call your own
Feeling pains you've never known
Take your skin dear,
to let the dice roll
About a-hundred for the toll
Cross my bridge wit' biz, you ain't fuckin' wit' no little kids
We grown men wit' the pen
Me and my boys
the middle of the night
I turn over and reach for your body baby
But then I realize you're not here baby
No
I?m a grown man not ashamed to say
My tears
that looked around for the boys
Who I had lately grown to hate.
At the time I was working on a novel
Just another fruitless side distraction.
I sometimes
You didn't list where you from, we Madinas
You niggas speak on dough with no conception of what green is
Momma Sheena's how homes get bought,
tha Bone'd grown some.
Buckaz gon' keep it right, just home,
And searchin' wit' they hustlin', (no matter.)
Same time, see tha Bone,
They done have
C.I.'s
Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, why'all niggas need
the ship from somewhere still unknown
sees how deperate we have grown
bearing gifts it hesitates behind the moon
never been so far away from home
calling
When we were boys by the wishing well
And we still had what time erases
Our futures sure, we could always tell
Looking at our fathers' faces
And became dissection specimens once they were inside there
With a steady supply of liquor the poor victims weren't prepared
For easy suffocation by the greedy
Well, excuse me motherfucker, you're on my block
Pack 'em up and ship 'em off the rock
You can park your car anywhere you want
But by the time you
It's the 13th of November
And I cross another day off the calendar
That hangs there by the door
A silent witness to the lonely life
That I
control.
Cemeteries feeling more like home than where I roam.
If you could patch this hole that's inside my soul I think
I'd take a shot at growing old. hell
found you if I kept my mind severed from
Datin' outside my skin tone, we been grown
But we know home is where the heart'll go
So we confused, thinkin'
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