Lyrics:
Never Again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter, Never Again leave our sons and daughters. Stripped of our culture, robbed of our names, raped
maintain
All in the space to make a B
See how the pieces could change
I walked on water today
I wore fuschia and green
Before sun called day, a single bird
movie
This life we're living tryna be positive
In this so called life we live
Me against the world back against the wall
No justice in the courts time for
the arms of the father
I am surrounded
By songs of deliverance
We've been liberated
From our bondage
Were the sons and the daughters
Let us sing our
We are one you and me black and white
don't use me don't lose me in jail. I will fight and
prevail. Yes I will. Stop killing all my people yes I'm
my ass off
All this time, me and Dre been fuckin' with hats off (suck it, Marshall)
So tell Laura and her husband to back off
Before I push this
Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen
To Calumet, Michigan in the copper country
I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall
And the miners
Mother against daughter,
Father 'gainst son,
Little children having children,
In dis ya war, di war, di war.
It's the Armagiddeon.
Taking place in
youngin' let that chop blow
Ayy, my brother let that stick blow (stick blow), nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)
He called me a bitch, that's India,
to always
That’s not really what I’m looking for
She called me a troubadour
Every word I say is like a song
She’s Queen of the Plants
The plants
Be the rest, or be the wretch
But you have no fucking idea
My son's getting bigger
Now my daughter's getting naughty
My mum getting flashbacks
in my funeral
Bury me in my jewels so niggas know my life was beautiful (ha)
Illest to write it, all challengers are invited (uh-huh)
They all was
bout my hurt
But it just don't work
You see
I just can't understand anything anymore
From all pain and the hurt
Sent me straight to a herse
Maybe
loved me all
When no one else did
I was a black sheep
They called me a kid, and I tore up the streets
I was a wrecking ball
I was a recking force
Whenever
Bieber fever
Real f***ing hot, put it in park
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You a bop, give me top top, as I load the guap
Men these n****s say I'm
line
[Erick sermon]
E dub the mic killer, the off and oner
My jawa past willie, I'm higher than marajuana
My styles foreign, look at me
was hustlin'
In front of that called the police on
Me when I was just tryin'
To make some money to feed my daughter
To all my peoples in the struggle
was hustlin'
In front of that called the police on
Me when I was just tryin'
To make some money to feed my daughter
To all my peoples in the struggle
It's called time people and
If you don't slow down and
Realize what you're doing
You might lose everything
'Cause time goes by
It goes on
And it
ain't hearin' it G
A lotta fake rappers rapped about shootin' their piece
Odd flex if violence is all you think that you need
I'm a higher intellect it's
you hold
But I've come to give you new life, new hope
And a strength that will never fold
Girl, I have called you by name
Let Me take you higher
daughters
As we lay by the still waters
Drink until our cups running over
We all have that glow, that goddess flow
Because we created a better tomorrow
the loss of their daughter dear and Charles mourned for his bride
Until at length his heart did break and they slumber side by side
(Ch)
And the wind blows
wouldn't swear knowing that I'll break my promises
Higher state of consciousness straight from Philippines
Wake the scene but y'all sleepwalkin' so keep
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