Lyrics:
Kumbaya,
Bombaye,
Come by, play,
Spun by Drizz,
Beyblade fate
Bun in spliff,
Safe no way,
Amazing grace,
I’ll son this kid,
The kid’s my babe,
The kid’s
reacts
Front if you want, kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
will turn us insane
Absolute power corrupts absolutely
But absolute powerlessness does the same
Its not the poverty
Its the inequality that we live with
still showing
They don't do it like us
They don't do it like us
They don't do it like us
Miami miami miami miami miami miami
Pass tipsy but the kid still
that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. Paired up
With a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me: gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die,
for our kids
We just wanna live
Like there is a tomorrow
Not all this pain and sorrow
Wont beg nor borrow
Rob steal kill cuz we gotta
Nobody gave one
together put us to sleep
Lil Baby got money so it's cool if he like to trick
It wasn't sixteen bands, though, bitch, it was only six
For kids in Philly,
just a kid who blowing up with my father's name
And every black "you're not black enough"
Is a white "you're all the same"
Mm Food like Rapp Snitch
want to hide all your problems, blaze the weed
A lot of homies is dyin, boy, I gots to live
Before I go I better stock a grip for my kids
And that's
search of myself as all of us!
As all of us
We do not live twice
The pray is good but it doesn't give the answers!
Ask your God
But your God will never
!
All the lies that we live within
KID!
What does it mean to grow up?
KID!
KID!
KID!
KID!
Make the most bein' young, dreams never had an end
Now I'm
The year was 1981
A kid of smoke grit and coal
In the background record playing rubber soul
Incense just so set art work beneath the desk
She knew
the kids
We've been made to think
That law enforcement has our back
But it seems like their goal is to attack
And stab us in the back as a pack
Now don't me
you know I gotta give
More for the dancefloor and I'ma give brain sore
Kids revin and buzzin just like a chainsaw
I make em say: Damn man, that Kid
reacts
Front if you want, kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah digga likes
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
happens to us is our responsibility,
you know. Like any violence going in the world is just
a symbol of all the violent atmosphere that is in the
world, you
to be more than this
Oh, and we weren't meant to
Fight wars like this something's gone wrong
We've been broken
Who can fix us now, fix us now
We were made
Y'all know the legendary Roots crew, it's like
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get
the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them
brought good food for you."
The kids were intelligent, they recognized the voice of the wolf and said,
"O wicked wolf! Do not try to fool us. Go away!"
Then
live in hell (hell)
A livin' hell, I'm Hellboy, I live in hell
I let the money dance, the diamond blings all by itself
Without any help, so that
like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?
We want to dress like
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