Lyrics:
slipping away.
What I'd give for a firstborn son.
Forty years of blood just washing away.
I have waited wasted lives
I have waited long enough I'd
Pizza Ranch bread, got an eyeball on my head
I just murdered this beat, man this shit is fuckin' dead (Woo)
D-line always talkin' so much shmack
Sayin',
the whole feel
And it's wield by the regiments of the steel
Word up, MC Lyte, my boys GangStarr
The D.O.C., Eazy-E, Salt-n-Pepa, Whodini
Grandmaster Flash,
E.D.I, Young Noble, Fatal Hussein)
That's how it is
Now we got a new motherfuckin plan, and a new mission
(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw)
I should've kissed you in the summertime when we were standing by the pool
But I was late for work and you were searching, for yo sunglasses
So I
The year I was goin' live it up
Now I'm never going to live it down
Twenty-nine
By now I thought I'd have it figured out
But I've never felt as lost
All that I know
Is I've been sleeping for a thousand years
Held down by scruple, fear, reluctance
Eyes wide open now it's crystal clear
That
on the young
We carried on
Needed somewhere to belong
We were always on the run
Youth is wasted on the young
How fast the years went by
Where did they go
I felt
stop?)
Yeah, free all the homies that's still in the cage (free the homies)
Over-sentenced by crooked judges and racist D.A.'s
Racism in the system is
can replace
All these wasted years
Is that a smile upon your face?
You seem to be confused
By all these kindly strangers
Who come to visit you
(I can't breathe), for years now
We're no different to other generations
Growin' up fightin', all the segregation
No, we won't stop 'til we get
1983 it was a good year
Seduced to something new to my ear
Little 10 year old bugging out to sucker MC's
By Run DMC obsessed with the 3 from Hollis
trampled on by everyone
Except when he comes in here
And he's the product of the Haggard generation
He's got a redneck side when you get him agitated
He
trampled on by everyone
Except when he comes in here
And he's the product of the Haggard generation
He's got a redneck side when you get him agitated
He
Just another year gone by
There was a lotta wasted time
Thinking back on all those nights
When I thought it'd be alright
But now I'm looking
the riot comes to your front door you'd better pick a side
I should do more than I did last year
I should drink less than I have before
And maybe I should
All of the places I've been
All of the beauty that I have seen
All of the "come over here's" and the "dance with me honey's"
All of the years wasted
pretend that you just don't know how special you really are
Ten years gone by, look at you
You know, you know, you know it's all on you
What's that in
Persecution was a tale told to children
We were given generations, taken, wasted, left in ruin
I don't like how the air feels tonight, smell a new storm brewing
If I said I wanted forever that ain no lie know you surprised
Due to the fact this generation that we in is fueled by hate and lies
I survived I don
to survive in
The underground, I'm all about independence
I'll never work with the industry, I'd rather bust for free, keep your red cents
Trust me, I'd like
to watch your hopes die?
I was lead to slaughter too
And I'm trying to protect you
All the years wasted on lies
And the time you've left behind
feel me
Pandemonium awaiting the generations to come
Twenty thirty five
For Christmas they want they bodies fi done
Puberty ain't hit
Now you just wasted
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
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