Lyrics:
a ceiling fan
That young boy just got shot
With his books still in hand
That a weird feeling man
Cause he look like my Lil brother
And that lady on the tv
lil brothers worse / and then actually tried to do this in the name of the church / you lower than dirt hope the lord pity your soul / but no sin goes
and on his knees he confessed
The sins committed by us, evil you're thought to be and stood with
He might just die again, bc it's odd to see a good wish
some bread and some ice
God I'm tryna focus with my third eye lens
I smoke haze to see my brother when he blow that wind
And I'm a grown man so I know
Economic laws would trample
And you'll recall what was written in the letters
Revelation 13
No Man shall neither buy nor sell
Except with the mark
Man I really love a critic and a hater, they're the reason that I'm a good creator. Every time that criticize me or hate on me I'm going back
window
Partially sliced wrist (damn)
That's when my life switched
Got to make her proud of me
And proceed to be a good brother
Shit is real
Scared to death
Brother looking for cash
By the time he beat Bowser
His wallet was fat
Riding in on Yoshi, to save the day
You don't have to take him to bed Peach
Just bake
sides...
By the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men
Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will...
Shepherds the weak through
CITY OF cNGELS
Words & Music by Justin Stewart Cotta
Father, how have you been lately?
Mother, did you find a good man?
Brother, I love you like
The coldest part, my brothers gave it to her
That's the hindsight
My eyesight is clearer now
A nigga got older
But ever since I lost my brother's man
My heart
colder
They try to make it hard for me, I never falter
Gotta say I'm good, I'm on the ESPY's
I made millions by the day, check my chest piece
Try
thuggin way back in magnolia
Should out t3 my brother a soldier
We steppin for Christ because we man of God
He never left yea he stay on my side
Father told
Yankee in the Red Sox pit
But now that I'm a grown man
I battle sin, watch me kick it in the chin like Zohan
Said goodbye to my old ways, my old man
in
Got some brothers who are still in the pen
Got some demons who still play with my sins
Surrounded by walls and they all caving in
Surrounded by
a man whose comfortable living with his sins
I'm friends with El Diablo, we go out for Coronas
I've walked the river comforting the tears of the Llorona
a man whose comfortable living with his sins
I’m friends with El Diablo, we go out for Coronas
I’ve walked the river comforting the tears of the Llorona
And so I need to be careful I don't yield my weapon like Tyler Joseph of Twenty One Pilots said
A man who I hold to have saved my life
Some see a pen
I see
by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
the good? (c'mon!)
We all ride! All live and we smokin' the good. (we all liiiive!)
But my nigga on the reel to reel; (reel!)
We move stock 'til we not
not told
Sin eroding my spirit like teeth kissing coke
Get out the pattern man it's getting old
Jabba jabba how they yap with a fat mouth
Live how you
call aswear nobody go help you
Brother
For this life make you good
An same time make you bad
Use your head at same no lose guard
Look up to God cus
to change feelin' good
Lookin' good with all the finer things
Acid rain
The pain absorbed deep into my skin
Thinkin' when the days of
Destruction are gonna
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