Lyrics:
Who will stay and help us find the brighter day
Ooh what are we gonna do
Save our city for the children, save our city for the future
Save our
trillions
The cost of weapons ran into zillions
There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet
And the children in Africa don't even eat
Flies on their
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
switching the words
I used to be a lil boy from the burbs
Now I'm a city man, who don't understand
What I'm doing and what is my worth yeah
The law is flawed
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
Won't sell my gold, still own my soul
My phone still on
I'm trapping again
Back in the streets, hoe I never give in
Run through yo' city die tryna get
my Lord what a pity 'cause I see
Jondo
them running and running and running for this gold
them running and running and running for this gold
Running
know
Is now, unknown
I got free
By cutting off everything binding me
I got a peace of mind
And everything’s in line
Thanks to the Divine
Everything I
What did they say
Yeah
That's what I thought
You left your children all alone in the dark, to embark upon a journey without a flashlight or a spark
the children)
We are the ones that make a brighter day so let's start giving (all right, can you hear what I'm saying?)
There's a choice we're making, we're
The rising cost of getting by
But I believe in love
I believe in old folks
I believe in children
And I believe in you
ain't fuck what you mean playa
(Juicy J)
Playas from tha Hollywood
Evergreen is my hood
Smokin' city
Show them gold teeth
Ridin' in tha woods
on my feet no matter what
Juve got four and B.G. got ten, while my thirty-two golds nigga we all in
Turk got the red beam team, double are Rolls
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
it's haunted me
We gotta grow
Bless the city
With a heart of gold
I know you feel that pounding
All surrounded
With the Stethoscope
They gotta know
That
trying to sell out some venues
My nigga
Riot City
Gotta see it to believe it
Almost niggas
That sit around dreaming
Bout completion
Dope fiends
I was
children grow up
We ain't gonna teach them what y'all showed us
SPOKEN
For people who did believe
What we could do to change our future
You knew
grew up in a small house, as father had to work so long
And as he dug for coal, one day he could not believe his luck
He struck a gold vein and he
that the
Africans had told
About a red iguana who turned lava into gold
We'd mount an expedition headin' out into the bay
Superstitious children
fallout
And the near extinction of our very species
Within the walls of our Metropolis
We're protected by our city guards
Who patrol the very wall that
you
We know what we doin, we wise and we chillin
We calculate against the continued cries of our children
They may be cryin now but they won't be
Marvin Gaye
By noventa seis I was living
In a city adjacent to a couple of places
Leave you black and blue if you be wearing red
Have you spilling red if
and overrated by
The people spreadin' rumors
Drunken privilege is the label
Jealous rappers try to give us what
We work for we got petty bitches, B-Sharp
We all
women they think I'm gnarley
This what I been dreaming
Solo's where I started
Now they believe in it
Rose gold on my body
Move like genius
I'm popping up
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