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I was Always told I had a better life out there I just had to go and get it
I was to relaxed waiting on the industry to call my number
I took my
How many
How Many
How many
How Many
How Many
How many people lost their lives
How many people gotta go
How many how many
How many mothers gotta cry
Ju hii ni knock Kwa urban doors, line ya Johny Muindi RIP
Tukifa taarifa iskose kua death of a great MC
Au kifo cha bingwa ikiandikwa Micshariki Na
That I constantly feel like I'm falling from grace
And being chased by
This face that lives inside of the hate that lives
Inside of the way that I
to write
Whether you live an urchin's life
Or you're a nerd alike
Whether you're the urban type
Or just a Suburbanite
Identify with a mind forged in
later in March of 2017
Performed at SXSW for Urban Fêtes (at Peckerheads)
Half blinded by the truth Jack Thriller can see
A young star left eye, nah it
I. The Healing Colors Of Sound, Part 1
(Instrumental)
II. My Shoes
[God says]
Melt the ice by summer
Turn the grass from green to gold
Live
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
work, what do you do?
You drink wine
Listen to Keith Urban and cry
I don't know who I am
But I know I'm good at tracking your path
Under bushes I sleep
Sell Out
On the radio
This is suburban this is a urban
This is a city this is a country thing
You driven by your body
So you out here looking for
Last Thing
VERSE
She’s totally suburban
Drives a big Chevy s-ah u v
She listens (listen) to Keith Urban
To make it alright alright alright
He’s
[Chorus: x2]
The east to the west
Up north to the down south
Live wires connect
So if you swangin' on thangs
(Keith Murray, UGK and oh my
Building prisons all day, while bums lye on the floor
What kind of world is this, we ain't even close to equal
Live a life a crime, because cause my
Did way too much
With this drink in my cup
When I'm sober I feel better fast
She got me still on her tongue
Why I'm smoking so much
Life a bitch
When
began with a scream over 911 and ended in a bloodbath
Tonight I'm going after the teens inside this sleepy town
Better run for your life when I got this
high in the sky
Say cheese while your momma snaps your life
Sheep's Clothing, Wolves Closing
False Prophets, False Profits
False Promise, False Premise
today and this urban decay
I worry 'bout Hip-Hop, when did it flip-flop?
Get whack and turn into gridlock
I don't know, is it a government plot?
I don't
of going green
Oh yeah, and I be feeling fine
Cus life's just a whole lot better in full recline
Cus I'm a day dreamer
My only crime seems to unwind
Co-Produced By: Keith Keahey for KDub Entertainment
Written By: Keith Keahey
Recorded and Mixed at: Street Legal Studios, North Charles Street, Maryland
Music
forsee to what's ahead then you could go pro.
Professionally play ya cards, life's (a) game show.
Play to the tempo.
I just play this all by ear.
Hope
cuff you
No more games, Gucci chains better know I am the truth
We may pray in different buildings but can live under one roof
And they telling me
So niggas better Duck like Donald and Daffy
I live life like a dyke so fuck y'all niggas
Fuck them three mics in The Source
My force is to be reckoned
to jail wit no Cake
'Cause when I come home I've got to live crazy straight,
[Chorus]
Word up, we do it like that, thug life
Na meen, back to Iraq,
And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live
Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace
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