Lyrics:
you up late at night
But I'm sayin sometimes it takes money to make it right
To the racist white men I hope your bitch gets fucked by a nigga
I bet you
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
for night or day
Children in the streets to play, no one to snatch ‘em away
We’ll all be back in our prime, no sign of murder or crime
And we’ll
T be cooking for me
We grew in luxury my brother leave and took to the streets
But see the pretty girls the only ones that's looking for me
For real
Walk
lovely
With some cream in here, feed a patient there, he had loot
And not a nigga on the street would have to get that pocket tapped
He's workin in
a pretty good night for a walk in the woods
By the ravine, along the trail.
They probably beat him up when he was young,
Or locked him outdoors for
of the hope we have for happiness
Bright and sweet
Love is never easy street!
Now we are black and white
Embracing out in the lunatic New York night
It's very
She's watching the silent days go by
Praying for man and his never ending crime
Dreaming of the winds in the willows
City night's knocking on her
they deem me worthy
We're just children of this wasted generation
Trying to make the best of our situation
So we play our music all night long
start? Can I start?
Here we go
I'm the newest and the truest MC on the mic
I wrote over 500 songs, pick what you like
It ain't easy bein me, by day
bookworm, but street smart
Immigrant children watchin' Buckwheat late night
Listen to Depeche Mode, Big Audio-o Dynamite
Identity crisis, coming later,
Guns, shootouts and crack sales
Black males who pack jails, trapped in hell
No peace, cold streets, surrounded by po-lice
This whole week,
thy deep
and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets
shineth The everlasting light The hopes and fears of all the years
Are
Increase the night with void
When the Sun sets at last we glimpse the Light
With razorblade on his wrists
Kids are staggering on the streets
God loves his
The bitch keep goin' through my phone
She give top and snoop
I'm legendary like the night I
Met with Top and Snoop
I branched out and I started blackin'
This
everywhere,
and streets were patrolled by them all the time.
King Krishnadevaraya was losing sleep over this problem.
He called Tenali Raman and said,
Tenali
By my chest 'cause you
Can't stop'em movin' cinderblock
With the loose lip
Candy's round up pool sticks
Straight up stupid, eagles made of bruises
eat dog world, and that ain't no lie.
Listen! it ain't even safe no more to walk the streets at night,
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine.
Let me tell you
The prowling demons side by side
The final proof that death is life
The reapers army built to kill a tragic return to our world
I can see the terror
The first day we met, it was love at first sight
You were my thoughts everyday and dreams every night
This was it and I knew it 'cause it felt so
A gang outside the chemists restless in the night
Conversation turns to the war they have to fight
Worried passers by too old to understand
How
I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels
Wind rushed around in the dirty town
The children let out from the school rest
Can I do it different
Can I talk about real shit and still feed my children
Niggas running out of dreams trying to beat the system
Got me down on my
Surrounds by fields where children sign
But don't make a sound and don't
Break it off
This searching for what we may never find
And that says it all.
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