Lyrics:
think
Martyr(?) the child that wears the target for the teeth to sink
[Chorus]
This world is a vampire, she eats her kids
Let's hide the bodies under
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
the ceiling
(I never knew I'd)
I don't do Black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I drive
Where we fell in love
Dead end streets became a drug
Held our voices like a prison cell
But now we shout it from the rooftops
Oh, we are the kids that
nutrients
All we need is a little sunshine
You know, some exposure
You don't need to keep your kids
We we don't need to keep our
Kids closed in and indoors
We
By them houses on the corner where the kids play
Memory's fade remember the days in houses
On the corner where the kids play
House party's
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I
Someday
If I wake up
In the middle of the city that I don't know the name of
Will you be
Laying next to me
Bringing me a cup of hot tea 'cause by
This one's for the kids
This one, this one's for the kids
Everybody stand up
This one, this one's for the kids
This an another anthem
Put your mutha
KIDS should be all that really matter
HEALTHY KIDS should be all that really matter
Told to vote the right way and they will take care of us
Pull up by
Karl Marx till your blue in the face
But if you've never left the house with a tool by your waist
And your shoe tightly laced, Cos the feds might give
reason to cry"
(Dirty little secrets)
"You see the last pioneer is waving his flag
Framing the organ bone by bone
Burning in sections, twisting his flag
wanted was a showbiz child
The seventh of December, nineteen-forty-nine
They got what they'd been wishing for all of the time
He grew up in a trailer, by
"easy back it up"
Yeah yeah yeah the Reel to Reel
"easy back it up"
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie, Alamo
"easy back it up"
Kid Capri flippin shit
by the big guns. This kid never had a day of his own. Just a fucking nick name they
gave him. His poor family didn't realise how deep their kid was,
Check
Is this mic on
This is for us stoner kids
(Aye)
I do it for us stoner kids
(Yeah)
You know I grew up as a stoner kid
(Man)
I'm in the section
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I
kid
When I’m chilling by myself babe you know I lost it (lost it)
I lost it all
Yeah you know I tried to fight this
Why’d you have to go ignite this
With the black
In it, black hoodie, consciousness
And black fact
Yo, a young kid was shot, is the cry we heard
Like Emmett Till
It was tears and hearts
yo kids, ever try to play you
Do something silly to play you like a straight fool
Maybe it's me, my temper be on stand by
I'm always hot like some
Think they deserve more than that
Full of fear and envy
No remorse or empathy
Talking about future plans
All paid for by their mom and dad
I'm not here
pride, Play's by my side
Just chillin, along for the ride
Now it's the capital K-i-d, this is my ID
My rhyme history on the m-i-see
Will show I know how
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
you the bone
Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
Pass the bone, so I can rule
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