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By the shores of gitche gumee,
By the shining big-sea-water,
At the doorway of the wigwam,
In the early summer morning,
Hiawatha stood and waited.
Christianity's mystic origin is something that I've foraged in
Still prayer over meditation
Self will's not in doctrine
Its easy to think I'm great
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen
Wrapped in white linen
ass makers aint no saying
But your game, we never playin
Skin don't make you who you are
But when you make it who we are
Then we live in a social caste
me straight
I can't live without her I fuck her everyday
Shawty stayed by my side when I started grindin'
She da main reason why a nigga shinin'
confounding me
I wanna' be great, even when I'm late
A fate beyond my years I contemplate
I want to live a life like no one else
To break boundaries, stop
That's you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
I can't, no, I won't hush
I'll say the words that make you
My stomach is sick, from eating some shit
Saw some leftover taco bell thought I'd give it a lick
But dad I'm feelin okay, shit I been feelin great
Mystery or Great Spirit)Cas-ke'-da (First Born Child. this was given to the first boy)Do-wan'-s'a (Sings a lot or Singer)Ta-te' Ka-ga (Wind Maker)Sun-ka Ska
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas
rains
No justice for a coward
Abolish the monarchy
We are forsaken by the white male company
If you were king for a day
Would you live your life with
providin' me oxygen, I loved since I began/ Prayin' to wash away my sins/
Babylon the Great, has fallen
Offsprings of the wicked one, crawlin'/ Fearin'
to have this colour skin It took a live murder before you understood the suffering, my gran y used to say "you've got to work twice as hard as the white man
given by the other
Black kids
Colorism was an old religion they
Were practicing
Where White washing is Baptism
Back then it was all jokes
Funny now
at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
Whether I live or I die
Whether I live or I die
Live by the code, die by respect, I stand on the shit
Whether I live or I die, no one can be taking
life oh Lord
Maker of my soul
Redeemer Lord of Hosts
Pouring out your grace
My darkness you've erased
Step by step you've carried me
And though it's hard
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
My my my my my my ghetto
My ghetto got pimps and pushers
And big money makers
And shakers and fakers and
All the crack makers
And they all live in
on the way
Let me be the first to say
That I'll stomp you out in dirt
Till my white laces are submerge by red clay
And I wont digress Im way more malcolm x
and black or white it doesn't matter I'ma break your teeth
Just like Joyner broke the internet with not a racist
And the song is great but truthfully what I'm
they built these walls so high
Let's reach across that great divide
Brick by brick, stone by stone
Let's tear this down until it's gone
Until it's
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
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