Lyrics:
Tryin' to Stay Alive
(Wy-Clef Jean)
We got the Refugees All-Stars rubba dubbin?in the club
Wyclef Jean, John Forte, Prizewell.
Nah mean
Yo it's the real, son you know how it go
Ass out like a child get blow
Still on the streets though
Regulatin' SO's
Eternal banger leave your jug vain
unaffected amid the violence
Oh, are we also tamed?
I was in a river, as if in water
Wife, a son, a son, a son, and a daughter
Oh, are we also tamed?
I
made just to serve racists
To justify to doing to some
What couldn't be done
To others, but they all are our sons
Black or white all of our sons
Muslim,
set of tires
Remember hitting the road with Dread Hollywood and Tobias
Out of state buying clothes like who's the flyest
Slapping all day hardly get
Its coming to ya
We all win in one race of conscious rulers
You my brother like my mother's son
Uh you my sister like my father's daughter
Whether
We all win in
One race of
Conscious rulers
You my brother like my mother's son
Uh you my sister like my father's daughter
Whether African or African
But we gotta fight, fight, a good fight
Let us live for our sons and daughter
I said we can beat em now,
We can make is now together
Love
For all His sons & daughters
Washed and purified in the blood
The perfect price of all mankind
This covenant is for you and me
No longer bound by guilt
celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo,
celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo,
killer
I ain't fucking with them bozo niggas they're material
Everything inside my life just came up and that's trivial
This the last chapter this
more about moderation and modern day shit
Let's learn black love, take it back by the basis
We ain't even gotta fake shit
Beautiful black women, help
TL:Oh shit! I've been shot, son.
Hit in the shin, it's hard for a nigga to run.
If I'm slowin' up, don't stop see, y'all niggaz
jet without
I love my country
By which I mean
I am indebted joyfully
To all the people throughout its history
Who have fought the government to make right
I would of been proud to have a son but what I can say
I feel special to have another girl
Yea and in these times where a princess needs her father
know, the devil
The devil is coming for your pride and passion
Hey mother
Don't fear the world
World is coming for your sons and daughters
Philistine,
never had me a son I got two daughters I gotta see it thru
I done dropped all this music I'm still independent I gotta see it thru
Whole lotta change in
The Word of our Father
He comes to save
Our sons and daughters
The Word of our Father
He sets us free
No longer collared
Sent his Son to save your
I go by
Look shooter get a bonus
If they drop a nigga before five
Get that same nigga hung up like a clothesline
Aim perfect slide twice and hit both
Your sons and daughters
Are underwater
I'm sorry father
I bled on the alter
In God we trust
In boom and in bust
The poor sacrifice
For the rich man's
need your gold to feed him
Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong
I married you to a great lord's son
Find a new man for when I'm dead and gone
Instead of Bug-eyed no nosed Bratz Dolls
My bad y'all
This poem was on my heart
It wasn't dyed and plasticized
It's raw material in verse as an art
c
don't forget to warn your sons and daughters
About the nature of the world today, the nature of the world today
The nature of the world today, the nature
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