Lyrics:
When you asked how I've been here without you
I'd like to say I've been fine and I do
But we both know the truth is hard to come by
And if I told
curveballs life likes to throw stones
No home sleeping at the bus stop so cold
All alone garbage bag full of old clothes
Running around 45th Street with the 44
did
And he'll get by later 'til
He through with his bid"
I know it sounds cold like
The wind below freezing
You might not understand but I
Got my own
the glock
But I've been shitted on by these high class hoes
Even these chickens did me wrong, I was just gettin' on
So I turned cold, givin 'em hard dick
Yeah
(Come in)
Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high
Shit been a lonely ride, all I do is only try
Weed is my only high, magazine
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
paper stacks, put staples through 'em
So I can keep my money together
Some die-hard fans just don't want it like, "Put Pos back on it"
I'm back
a superstar by
The time he made thirteen
Sure would hurt my fingers Lord if
I had to play that mean rip it up
And I heard old Emerson say
No debt will go
on for the country, that's the truth of it
I'm talkin' last millenium we was reppin' it
Before anybody had accepted it (anybody!)
We introduced 'em
it got cold
Cold Sons we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving
Check it, moving, word up
Aiyyo, my thoughts be colorless
Pour it up, pull a seat
It's a celebration, let's have us a drink
Mazel Tov
I need a drink
Blud diamonds so cold on me
DAMN!
I need a mink
Buffalo
The devil wants my demised
Jim Crow is well and alive
Truth has been tossed to the side
Like I am three-fifths of that guy
Don't even Bill him
It’s hard to keep up, the rules changing on the daily
We’ve come so far from a wonderful life-George Bailey
NOW every time a bell rings, the media
claiming they land was yours
Then used the law to justify killing black folks in they homes
And he ain't let off George's neck, so we ain't letting off
three fifth human
And they thought they could enslave by disconnecting from the truth
Brother George is back again and never did look finest
It is time
you want me to
Help you overthrow what?
The only Truth that can be delivered
To a four year revolutionary
With a whole card ie skin is this:
Hard
hard to hold my head and stay focused my goal
But the life a nigga living got me stomping my toes
By testing my soul losing will make my heart turn cold
and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck
the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love
partners from Oakland doin serious time
You can't argue with the truth it's hard to be black
But it's a mind game, and you gotta deal with that
I wake up
I pray someday you'll, find what you need in this lifetime
I know the way, I know the way
So hard to see through the pipeline
I pray someday (I
brick of cold concrete
Torsion springs weave cold rings around poles
Blasters shoot lasers through torso, burn flesh, reaching bones
Accompanied by
give me less than I gave you, it's hard for me to be apart
I won't ever leave you cold baby just find your way into my arms
My life is painless and cold
On the move but we underneath the radar
(On the move but I've never left the sofa
Cause I still got a full house) hard!
Have mercy, Curious George's dad
Black
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