Lyrics:
gangsters pray for they soul when they get up
You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up
Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box
In a spot where
of the sun, the way you shine or better yet just like the stars up in the sky. Sorry if I ever hurt you, forgive me for all the lies. But you have to understand
Sun shine bright put my cap on
With my shades on all black like a Mobster
Smoke a little weed gettin' high like A monster
Back in the days we got ******
cannot get lay off
Mount a work mi have
Can't even get a day off
Who did waan fi stop mi now dem find out seh dem way off
Alright, and mi seh one by
live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
'cause it's the be-the-are-the-O-the-O-K
L-why-N is the place where I stay
degree
On the masses, yeah it's the live guy with glasses
The flushing, know from programming the percussion
Basslines are set now check me out
Gon' need a doc' now
Gon' need a paramedical
Yeah, it's some scary niggas sitting in the
Attic, he don't want no static, no
I had a Perc' fetish, now
I
Please god forgive dem
Dem don't know how to live as one
They don't want listen
Dem don't want to live as one
Divide by color
Dem don't know how
to teach you
I'm not here to preach to you
I just want to reach out and say
Black lives matter
Some day when the sun sets on me (oh-whoa)
Find a spot by a live oak tree (oh-whoa)
And you know what to do
Put me in my boots
In my black suit
of ballers, Inglewood, we love it!
Live from LA, this way that-a-way
Slide in the hid-house
Feeling burned did-out
Kick of your shoes and relax your feet
mind
And I left the black hole, feeling colorblind, my design, hype prototype, molly in the attic
You're a mad scientist, past the mosh pit, slam dance
the time where we live in a world where you haven't said "yes" or "no" yet. And regrettably I end up using the word "destiny." I don't remember in what
the penny drops
Yeah, I'm a wordsmith with a black heart
Got trouble making bright art
Figure out where time starts
To take the course of life by both hands,
buried in time
They tryna write us out of history
That's divine so much hate for my kind
Why being black is a crime
They paying taxes but we paying fines
hate, let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggas
hate, let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggas
head off, and suck the juice out your neck like a sports bottle
Rip a rhyme full throttle, and put the sun in a clutch
If you confused you can use your
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I am the black hole sun
I can just morph into fourths then your done
And in the course of my journey
force was my calling
had to coerce
guns, lost so many of our black sons that died up
Under that black sun cuz they'll kill you dead for a cap gun
But we do it to ourselves tho, get into it
the cops
Love written on an all black top
Trying to represent the evil I'm not
And when I reach for the top I pray my knees don't give out
But I believe in
swear that you love it
I just left from Newark
Got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my nigga
This black mack take out my dick
Take a piss
persevering
So baby
Hold on
Sun's on the rise
Last night I dreamt of you
And my teeth fell out
One by one
Cause I fell for your
Black magic spell
I couldn't
the black and white live in it for free
Me knuh know bout no planet where people a live for free
Mother is a great place to be
Some people think it's strange
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