Lyrics:
Slained by the hands of the blacks
[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape
He's nice too.
(He's nice too.)
Sarah Jackman, Sarah Jackman,
How's by you? How's by you?
How's your brother Bernie?
(He's a big attorney.)
How's your
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
From the day we were born side by side
Brothers and sisters our bond we can't hide
Through laughter and tears we've grown so strong
In each other's
my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on these
the same
And I feel
The light in your eye
And it's calling me
Stay, just a little bit longer
It burns
Like a fiery star
In the midst of the night
like pain is all you gain
Hold on, hold on
Through every storm hold on
Even in the darkest night
Walk by faith and not by sight
Hold on, hold
soul, with your soul
Brand new fathers now in the midst
Children lead us in blissfulness
Please keep their souls, keep their souls
In the unknown,
(One man, zero worth, wine box...hey brother, hey brother, hey brother, hey sister...)
It's me, it's me, it is the queen so
Shawty got the green
me
But if the laws in the bible are bogus
Then prepare for anarchy
Worst case scenario is there never ever was a higher power
So in the midst of chaos
Like my babymomma
Because she cause problems
And in the midst of all of this
I just f***ed up ah quarter
Straight to the block
He skipping school tryna
Enveloped in black void
An infant, left alone
Absent the protective gaze
Cornered, narrowed down
No horizon in empty space
No hope in the stars
One by one
and recorded by the Dorsey brothers
Orchestra in 1934 and 35
(10) The Piccolino: Dance tune by
And featured in Top Hat
(1935) where Fred Astaire danced
It with
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
See they say the grass is greener on the other side
I wonder how life looks in my dead brother's eyes
Like dear Lord please, don't let me see my mother
The salt it makes the sea, a pirate's life for me, no matter the storms we weather, in my hats another feather
When I was a young lad, by the water
harmonies combined
In the War of Eternal Struggle, our destinies entwined
As I tread the path of Light, my Soul is now well-defined
Together with my brothers
in your clique, I'm bawlin' wit'cha trick
Golden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists
When I breeze by, you be groovin' in the midst
Of my cycle,
And then the village of others
Sisters
Brothers
Sent S.O.S
By Raven's
Flight
We shared some light
And I just wanna thank you
For keepin' it fun, fed,
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
on the long trail
Well, they caught him in Minnesota along with the gang
And he died down in jail in the cell or the chain
You loved Mr. William Clarke
Lost in the midst of this sea of dreams and faces
They pass me by with every stranger that sails along
Wet sand and my toes going numb
When you end up
the November rain, washing away doubt.
(Bridge)
In the midst of the storm, I find release,
Letting go of pain, finding inner peace.
For in the tears that mingle
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