Lyrics:
in the wind again
And friends are by my side
The green land we are looking for
And we trust in Odin's might
Come join me now I know the way,
anxiety, depression in tides
Keep us tied in the land of the free by our mind
They said this life ainn meant for us to survive
They don’t know bout our kind
Benz)
I don't see them through these red Ray-Ban lens (in my lenz)
I don't see them (king)
I don't see them (ion see em)
I don't see them (ion see em)
I
the past the only map to find it
Our roots are intact, reach back through our first contact
From a ship's deck, people speak to trees, no context
Must be
Abarionthebeat no mans land
Young Michael wit it
Craftsmanship and pure greatness
Is What I exhibit
Jordan or Jackson
Doesn’t matter
You gotta
of Israel
Real recognize real no matter the battlefield
My 6 pointed Magen David, Hated like Emmett Till
For Russian roulette, spin the barrel like Ferris
stick gon' pull your
Card if you bluffing
762, 556, 57 aimed at you (Bratt-bratt)
We ain't doing no drive-by
Walk down on your block then I let it loose
the Ps when we Rollin
Blowin trees by the Ocean
Tell me what you Need uh
Indica Sativa
Cali Weed is what I'm smokin
No Seeds in the Ps when we Rollin
THC
Ya anti-black, don't care about injustice
By, the lack of action
We were brought here in a faction
No compassion, no you can't imagine
Stripped from ya
land
Medias command by the governments demand
Fight for the cause no flaws no pause
You will see the claws as I grab that patch
Never detach world in my
North Korea got that shit that make LA look like Japan
Our land, nah man, more like the Caribbean
Billy Ocean bodies floating, take a voyage to Atlantis
servin them nicks 4 a lul come up.
Plottin on how I’m gon come out the streets wit a whole lotta cheese fa da whole summa
Das in the past nigga das Wea I
basement
Test tubes laid to waste
Hope this strain will be the main stay
A way to remain past our end date
Months of research, years of plagues
No more
streets with the killers, thugs, and drug dealers
100 mil' plus, in trucks with no ceilings
Fuck who don't feel it, I'm feelin' like I'm the realest
She is many who dreams of being one
Coyote daring to be a clown
A falcon bearing her inner robin
Oh the red red breast! Oh the red red down!
dazzling with life, dip but it let me fall
She swings me around, both chains made a knot
No future for me, I live in a pretense
My future is sick, a fluture,
For I am returning
As the morning dawns
I now cast my eyes
From the mountains high
Far across the land
As the eagles fly
Carried by the wind
From
surrounds me?
The past has disappeared
Erased by the present
The one I once hugged close to me
Doesn't exist anymore
No more clouds floating in my head
sent by the russians.
I'm afraid they want to kill you.)
These guys are tough.
They're like japanese samurai, the way they fight.
And also,
sent by the russians.
I'm afraid they want to kill you.)
These guys are tough.
They're like japanese samurai, the way they fight.
And also,
Y'all already know what this is homeboy
No no no no no nigga
Fuck what you heard homeboy
Real niggas on deck
Goons is out nigga hey
We do
of the battle was at hand
Stood proud against the evil
The soldiers with no names
They kissed the iron cross
And blessed the land
They faced the deadly enemy
on my hands
But it's cool I get it it's cool I get it
No matter where they land every bomb has a plan
But it's cool I get it cool I get it
It's cool I'm
benefits
Already surrounded by this mad city
The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon
Which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see past his own
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