Lyrics:
in mind
Break it up!
That is the destruction of the so-called radical man
By 2045
Let's get radical
Watch me now
School's in the yard,
word, nigga
Someone who stays high
Watching their life go by
Someone content with riding it behind, nigga
They come in all colors, white, black, Puerto
tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlers hardly think of culture
Or the repercussions
the day when i got neglected
Flow so stunning when I'm rhyming aye
Pull up late black man timing aye
I'll be a legend if i die today like nines i see you
England
Sealed in a leather canister, the aged script was accompanied
By an ornate bronze key of unknown origin
The author of the journal remains
wildin' on the black man, stay blowin' on the pack man
Got that pack, blow that shit
Got that pack, we blow that shit
Wildin' baby, on that pack
Gettin'
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
If it's the white man's racism that made him that way
'Cause the bully is the victim they say
By some sense
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
If it's the white man's racism that made him that way
'Cause the bully is the victim they say
By some sense
you mothafuckers want Shady)
The lost begotten seed of 2Pac (if Pac was still here now)
To lead this industry into the ways of the man (he would never
already kno' what
It is man, its a bad boy thang man,
Grand hustle collaboration,
Y'all already know man,
Boss hog was happenin' (hey)
A town
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
You really haffi full up within
You haffi create the world you waan live in
As a man thinketh so is he
Step by step you haffi set your mind free
You
all my stuff and all you find
Is a pocket full of money, count seven G's
Now you wanna think I'm sellin' keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my
mang...
So I move keys you can call me the Piano Man
Rain...sleet, hail...snow man
Slang dough, E, hydro man...
[Beanie Sigel]
...no, B. Sige in
murdered by George Zimmerman
Boy, how do we feel?
How do we feel lately?
This kid was 15 years old being followed by a grown man with a gun
We were very
we're not to blame police state is the price
Keep the rich man safe at night
Why the desperate need to be ruled?
The system only works for them
We can
Attention all units
There's an APB on a black sports car heading west on Interstate-80
It's traveling at speeds well over 150 miles per hour
luck with that, fuck you and goodbye
We could've fucked all night, and now there's no reason why
It's no secret I'm a very simple man from a simple tribe
tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlers hardly think of culture
Or the repercussions
the manager's key
From head to toe in black the devil did dress me
And I returned to commit robbery
I didn't rob that pizzeria
I didn't do it, no, it wasn't
desolate, the eyes of the hood yo is desperate
Affected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard
Either get by or get God, but you try to get by
It's
squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet,
bodies on Euson Road
Their outlines softened by the black dust
All was still houses locked and empty , shops closed
But looters had helped themselves
goin' down that road,
Heart made of stone,
Far away from home,
Black woman you cold,
Every problem you ever had with another man I gotta face,
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