Lyrics:
blood
Like brothers, like family
And I say damn
Where would you be without me?
Without me
I'm fucking tired of playing God when you in need
tribes for breakfast
Ravenous, wait until the moon is in it's crescent
Black obelisk surrounded by primates
Time waits for no man, mindstate will
same layer song
This is how they did it, spears by their side
Stood on the mountain for their land rights
All the people noticed, movement took fly
They
no problem working
I wish to god
That my heart would stop hurting
Shops closing down
Factories outdated
People so frustrated
My whole life is
I can't imagine all the people that you know
And the places that you go
When the lights are turned down low
And I don't understand all
a story of the day we lost all control
Not the times we boss balled with hoes
Not the rhymes we crossed-jawed with those
They flossed all they golds,
When I say goodbye, it'll be alright, alright, alright!
Now people let me tell you 'bout this girl Suzanne,
Met her at the bar and I was like god damn!
no problem working
I wish to god
That my heart would stop hurting
Shops closing down
Factories outdated
People so frustrated
My whole life is
And we know that the beast don't love you!
We live! Next door to rats and gats
And the cats in the back sellin crack
We live! Where there's no God in
Ki ló ṣẹ́lẹ̀ where you know me from
Ki ló ṣẹ́lẹ̀ gán gàn
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity
Loyal people are rarity niggas looking for
out throwing bo's at your section
Apply the sleeper hold just
In time for elections
Talking heads tap the side of
They nose as it grows
Catch a tiger by
our daughter?"
See, I'm the type of boy
Who wants to watch the world crash and burn
Any time I have a bad day
I'm not quite sure that I
Should be
Iu0027m searching my life – Iu0027m on my way
Iu0027m wasting my time – Iu0027m on my way
Iu0027m pulling my strings – Iu0027m on my way
Special pleasure
Never trust no bitch
Niggas should have known not
To trust that bitch
If I was you, I wouldn't piss off them gods
Cause they hit you with their
though
War time I'm ready nigga Kratos
What's up with all the hate though
What's up with all the hate though my nigga
You don't respect your elders
ain't no God, and a whole lot of pride
It might be a homicide, so let the drama slide
We don't want no problems, B
Get your name in the obituary column
ridin' with 'em?
Few of my niggas don't, but on God, still on sight with 'em
We'll shoot you up if you want it or fight with you
Lately I ain't had no
sometimes, problems come definitely
But I, I have a story to tell
There is someone who will stand by you all the time
People can fail you
Your employers can
Reality for each of us is shaped by our dark dreams.
And I cannot describe to you how through your eyes it seems.
There's no one you will ever meet,
of help
You're wasting my time, and my left nut is still itching, you son of a bitch
Another block beater for you musty cock eaters
Ashy ankle niggas
singing' my life away
I may never be a times square poster
and I'll never be on a popular magazine
I may never be an actor on the big screen
and I don't
I think i gotta' problem, It's something inside
I don't know how to solve it, and so I just hide
I always point the finger, at what other people do
Arabesque and he's officially blown
To all my headaches, I'm your Tylenol
Light years ahead of you ask the god
Thugs do the Debbie Gibson when they hear this
Everyday we see it
Everyday we know it
People all around us
Living with no peace
But we just make excuses
For not sharing Jesus
Think we’re being
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