Lyrics:
he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
To her friend to her father
The story of her father's scar
The girl who made her feel dumb
The girl who was hit by the car
The air felt perfect on her skin
and I couldn't play sports
I learned to dribble from right to left
I couldn't do a damn thang with all them F's
Age 15 father and son confrontation
Mama why we live so poor?
Why you cryin? Heard you late night through my bedroom door
Now do you love me mama? Whitey keep on callin' me nigga?
Get my
young slung, hung here
Shorty, the nigga from here
With a little ambition just what we can become here
And as the father passed his story down to his
And I never will forget my love Annachie.
Down came her father and he's standing at the door
Saying Jeannie you are trying the tricks of a whore
You
And I never will forget my love Annachie.
Down came her father and he's standing at the door
Saying Jeannie you are trying the tricks of a whore
You
and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and take
love so far away
Do you think of me I think of you
A rose bloomed out a broken home
Forgiveness reigns from all my soul
I'm alive live live live live
And called him Jim
You have already met her. She is Della
Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face
She stood by the window
the Trinity one
The Father The Son & The Spirit are One
You add them together you're gonna get one
That's the way it is, that's divine math
The way up is down
a beauty on me shone,
And my parents doted upon me, I being their only son.
My father bound me to a trade in Waterford's fair town,
He bound me to a cooper
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
papers
Don't trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that nigga live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
may3 wo ayefor, b3tse dondoo,
Lolo, lolo, me lolo aww lolo lolo lolo,
lolo, aw lolo, aw lolo,
will stand by you,
And fight for you,
I will live for you,
our fathers and slaughtering them all over the world
But it’s time that we spoke
Either you want us to live, or you don’t
Even so, there’s potential for
bless me
Throw me like three bags of sess
For real from the Killah Hill locked and caged in
We're sworn representatives, we actin' like made men
bless me
Throw me like three bags of sess
For real from the Killah Hill locked and caged in
We're sworn representatives, we actin' like made men
to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker! - And bow to the crowd!
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4,
Live in action, guaranteed
the whole woman together by coming to
terms with her abusive past,
she strives to save her son,
Black Jesus, from the temptations of the streets.
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