Lyrics:
a bottle of Jack, getting drunk in the street
If I cried and made a scene
I know you'd stick by me
Fuck, I love my friends
Without them I'd be dead
I
nowhere to go and nowhere to be
Just a bottle of Jack, getting drunk in the street
If I cried and made a scene
I know you'd stick by me
Damn, I love
a white man's land
You get killed for the color of ya skin
Seen blacks on the streets slained
Mom's cryin' by the caskets man
Ain't no love for 'em bastards
At the dead-end I begin
To burn the bridge of innocence
Satisfaction guaranteed
A pillow-weight catastrophe
On a mission nowhere bound
Inhibitions
At the dead-end I begin
To burn a bridge of innocence
Satisfaction guaranteed
A pillow-weight catastrophe
Our own mission nowhere bound
Inhibitions
to all,
As I fall
At the dead end I begin
To burn the bridge of innocence
Satisfaction guaranteed,
A pill away catastrophe
On a mission, nowhere
At the dead-end I begin
To burn the bridge of innocence
Satisfaction guaranteed
A pillow-weight catastrophe
On a mission nowhere bound
Inhibitions
you now, there's nowhere to hide
Yeah (waltzing forth, here they come)
I'm raisin' the dead (everyone, turn and run)
I'm lovin' the dread (killer
Olodumare (Spotify)
Olodumare
A god by any other name
Abandoned just the same
She is nowhere to be found
Black bodies line the city streets
But
get upset and clench my teeth
I done made it out the streets
But I still ain't find my peace, where to go?
Oh (oh)
I get back on the road, this
a dead end street
With nowhere left to turn
That autumn as the nights drew in
And the leaves fell on the street
My mind wheels circles 'bout this
Girl
into her life out of nowhere by her mother
And I'm sorry for all the years that you needed your brother.
So this is it...I say Goodbye
To this chapter
flesh
You are like dead pieces of meat
That roam the dirty streets.
World is full of pain,
Suffering, fear. Bedamn!
Atone for sins in the flames.
got we got Molly's and best shrooms
YOLO man we prolly gone be dead soon
I ain't never been a hater
Lift my weight I get my weight up
Hella weight boy
People party down by they ain't goin' nowhere
They ain't goin' nowhere
Gonna run outside
What's there to see
Just one big shadow there to comfort me
and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
Gucci
Huh
Trappin' all day on the goddamn skreets
I didn't even have nowhere to goddamn sleep
I remember recordin' in Zay' mama basement
Way, way,
I'm stuck in my bed
And I'm out of my head
With the streets running red with the blues
So the violins play
And my friends always say
I'm a fool I'm
still alive
I was struck by lightning
Walking down the street
And I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party
Who could
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
paper, you gon' meet my Beretta
Now shorty think I'm gon' sweat her (uh-huh), I'm sippin' on Amaretto (yeah)
I might hit once, then dead her, I know I
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
pissed 'cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take?
I ain't goin' nowhere, no
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