Lyrics:
by train nigga
Caravan then by plane nigga
So Icey print on my last brick
But these bricks plain jane, nigga
We the felix brothers, vato
We the felix
for a soul brother all around me)
The eyes of the people who passed him by
Were cold and as hard as stone
The poor boy whimpered and began to cry
lives
And put the blood in our brother's hands
Leaving righteous to rise
They turning my peoples to demons to give them the reason to kill for
That's my brother, yea that's my brother
That's my brother, yea that's my brother
VIP and bad bitches with my brother
R.I.P. my nigga, Shid thats
music and lyrics by Corb Lund
I have sinned so gravely Brother Brigham, Brother Young
I have sinned so gravely Brother Young
That only you can
for a soul brother all around me)
The eyes of the people who passed him by
Were cold and as hard as stone
The poor boy whimpered and began to cry
for a soul brother all around me)
The eyes of the people who passed him by
Were cold and as hard as stone
The poor boy whimpered and began to cry
Peace to the God
Peace Allah
Ayyo there go that brother Grand Puba
I heard that brother got knowledge of self
Yo true indeed brother
Yo let's
Sure is wrong
The stones I throw will free all men
Make him walk proud through
This righteous land
He will know which way to go
I will show him by
Peace to the God
Peace Allah
Ayyo there go that brother Grand Puba
I heard that brother got knowledge of self
Yo true indeed brother
Yo let's
wicked one, and slew his brother
And wherefore slew he him?
Because his own works were evil, and his brother's righteous
Marvel not, my brethren, if
Looking for a soul brother all around him)
The eyes of the people who passed him by
Were cold and as hard as stone
The poor boy whimpered and began
helpless
But the Gospel made me righteous
Deep inside is a sickness
But salvation kept me uplift
I got Freedom by being sinless
Jesus is my business
I do my
active on g o d
Blood brothers
Disrespect r.i.p
Act up get clapped up
Niggah point plant
He grab you by the throat
I’m hit ya wit the shank
Scream
Yeah, we used to be brothers
I used to call you my brother
When we fight I'm taking off on another
Staying tall against the wall for each other
wear no regular clothes
But we tote that iron 'bout each other
I'm frontline by my brothers (yeah), I'm frontline by my brothers
Even with a whole
Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes
Another brother, a sister or somebody's pops
And when I see Al, he never stops
Unless it's to make
to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
Looking for a soul brother all around him)
The eyes of the people who passed him by
Were cold and as hard as stone
The poor boy whimpered and began
Looking for a soul brother all around him)
The eyes of the people who passed him by
Were cold and as hard as stone
The poor boy whimpered and began
Me and baby brother
Used to run together
Me and baby brother
Used to run together
Welcome one another
Headed for the corner
Welcome one
Me and baby brother
Used to run together
Me and baby brother
Used to run together
Welcome one another
Headed for the corner
Welcome one
no license
Feeling fucking righteous
Jump out with my brothers
Yeah you'd think you're fighting ISIS
I don't run from violence
Bowie with no license
featuring The Fugees
WJ: Yo this mic is on?
The wickedest combination in the world!
WI: No doubt Poor Righteous Teachers
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