Lyrics:
My name is Benjy Stone and 1954 was my favorite year
Not my best year, not the year I had the most success but my favorite year
It's the year that
By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer,
You're a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes,'
You're stratosphere.
You're my thoist,
some choose kickin' in doors
I asked a reverend, my mother and a best friend
Less than ten years ago for me to get dough
What ya'll recommend is either
By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer,
You're a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes,'
You're stratosphere.
You're my thoist,
formative years by my peers I was influenced
Until the instruments of time killed the congruence
I peeped the blue prints on how to make true sense
Of MC's
By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer,
You're a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes,'
You're stratosphere.
You're my thoist,
I'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up
right earth is like the
Tree of life tempted by
The forbidden fruit in my face
I wanna take a bite of it
It looks sweet, making my mouth water
Then I
next like a W do
I gotta flex I'm the best now I'm being direct
I'm unimpressed by these bitches that are seein' the press
I kinda of vexxed by
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
You see when you're growing up I
Think the most important thing
To you is finding an identity
That resonates with your peers
And in best case
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
To the gig at Che Stadium two years later
Every record in the Top Forty on both sides of the Atlantic
is written by Lennon McCartney
And finally they get into
Little ones listen, learn from me, see, you could be the best
But sit in your room depressed and you'll never progress
My sister Dee-Dee was born
thought by now that you have learned your lesson
I'm stressin' points and slammin' all the joints you call the real shit
Correct shit, you know the bust
I try my best to remember
I'm blessed
Looking in the eyes of my children
Surrounded by the love I've been given
Don't want to take a moment for
I was baptized by fire
I think how all the bad times transpired
Been runnin' my whole damn life, I'm tired
I never had a chance, I had the lighter
saw a mighty Devil folded in black clouds, hovering on the sides of the rock, with corroding fires he wrote the following sentence now perceived by
myself
Wanted to get this money by myself
I ain’t tryna stay here forever
I’m tryna do better yuh
I know the ones who ima take with me
Best bet they gon
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,
Oh, here comes another day
Where I’m defined by the choices that I’ve made
Come Spring it’s the same thing again
I blink twice and a year’s gone by
I
It hasn't been my best year
It hasn't been my worst year
But on this day and late December
It's hard to remember
Whatever was the point
I lost
that bring me down cause I ain't tryna fall
I'm tryna be the best version of me that I can be
So what's a few bad years to my enternity
So what's good
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