Lyrics:
men, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
No one uttered his word
Yeah
I see jokers on my left, thieves up on my
the sun
We screaming black lives matter with no peace in our manner
And we can't get along to climb our own ladder
What's sadder that we argue to the sun
The System Works for Them aus-Rotten
These men - bought by prejudice
Their laws - not made for justice
Their live - I want no part of this
Your death - dig
been a long hard Winter we deserve our Fall
Like fir trees only choice to stand tall
Committed to works bound by faith
On horses of famine resurrected
do you love me I say no I love my mum
Imalo the game my gee you can't hang with us
We be pulling up, all my men jiche funds
Everyday we balling all my
that we're all the same if our 'sphere gets killed it's only us to blame
We have to work together there's no other way to do it we will live or die
like they made up of what's on the outside
I tell 'em to fight, and live life for a greater cause
They grew up on the blocks, lullabied by gunshots
Pray
of men working men
And these men were asked, why do you work
Why do you get up in the morning
19 out of 20 had no idea
If you ask them, they'll say, well,
our rationality
As I sow these seeds
And plead that they won't fall by the wayside
Because of pride
I look at men's lives and feel uninspired
Because
too, yeah)
Now I do it for my son
Everybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)
No strap gon' get it done (Brrt)
Double back but bring a ton
bout dam, mi a worry bout miself and mi picky
live life to the fullest nah men the pussy ole dam trick mi
(no way) mi have some real friend by mi side
of the train
And the plane and the bus
Maybe yesterday
It's a city of strangers
Some come to work, some to play
A city of strangers
Some come to stare,
work, put 'em in the dirt
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang
work, put 'em in the dirt
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, n****, all they do is bang bang bang
fake
You know what I'm saying
No matter what you just been through
So you want to be a rap superstar
And live large a big house
5 cars, you're in
Walked while others fell by his side defeated by the trek
Until he reached the crooked tree, was told this was the sign
Then he saw the two men in a truck
get my cut
Gone too soon no go near my squad
When bad things xup make we done minors
Okemefuna Like millz surname oh lord
Na the reason wey men dey pray
more will we take?
Did you father work off his shirt, blood, sweat and tears
Don't tell me that you forgot
Being oppressed by the oppressors, all
to live
Is only five minutes out from the guys on the strip
Where man make ye' work, heard he's a soldier
I know that nigga hasn't got balls like Grey
to live for
It's been raw, but David, I ain't never been this poor
There's no income, my boyfriend left me
So how the fuck am I going to survive when
troubles seemed far away, now I know they here to stay
Yesterday all my troubles seemed far, so fuck it
Wish I could live my life in honeymoons, money rules,
I'm self made bazama
Struggling Muke barana
Everything I do it myself
Not today or yesterday
Yeah everyday no time
To Waste I'll made it through
, sign)
La, da-da, la, da-da, la, da-da, yeah
Early yesterday, acting on a request from the Hoffa family
Police found Hoffa's car in the restaurant
by any means so my soul for sale
I got my soul for sale
Yeah, I remember them days couldn't post no bail
I couldn't post no bail
Standing on the corner
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