Lyrics:
selling cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowing how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have a moment
live like I want to
Cuz I have to it has to
Be what I want for us to
Hit the beach in LA
Hit the beach girls like beach ball
Get 'em girls hopes up
Exposing the corroborator is a must
You want us to live in poverty is it by force
Lekwe agwo politicians we cannot trust
My people me pe anya gi me pe anya
texts and calls on your phone
And you ain't write this in the rain, it was sunshine
This is not for metaphors, ain't no punchlines
So, let's talk about
I’m kind of tired, a Nigga can’t breathe
How can someone live a life in this heat
Struggling finding some money too eat
Constantly I cannot get me no
soulja I'ma drown someone Who Makaveli? I give you eight to ya belly For Killa Khadafi, please tell the cops to stop me My brother Seeky, I'ma ride all
through my scriptures
Music gives me fixture
Writing from my conscience like I'm laying out the picture
Live it like I live for, just damaging my liver
they don't live where I live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my brother died
Didn't wanna see her cry,
But I seen her through the face of the mirror
they don't live where I live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my brother died
Didn't wanna see her cry,
But I seen her through the face of the mirror
to sleep it off
All your brothers, they my brothers, I would ride for them
I been by myself, it been hard to make time for them
Let them know their guardian
and brothers to all our friends
We love and we are loved, to be honest that's the end
Why do we deserve to be fighting and dying in battle
When the judges are
Should I ever live to fulfill this dream
Would I ever kill for the life of the team?
If I ever came between you and the green
Who's the fiend? By any
for a spin
Brothers getting baby mothers dead or in the pen
And black girls never trusting black men to defend
But we're dying on the road for the code
of his wealth
The father passed away leaving Gamelyn to live
with his older brother who now is King
But he realizes soon that he unfairly treated
his eyes so he was
Shot for no reason
Man it's the season
Brothers keep dying
And Mamas keep grieving
Seven year old ain't come home after dark
Blink
Slained by the hands of the blacks
[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape
the first reality
We should live by
Not judgin from what's on the inside
You hate us for the color of our skin?
Why?
What will it take for you to see?
We're
Cause I need someone by my side
Need someone to understand
Without me saying a word
As silent as the world
I need someone who gets me
And when I took
seem that the good brothers die
And the evil brothers live
And prosper and multiply
Pass the Hennessey to the left hand side
Want some many
do anything for Monster Crack
Give away her body, steal from her brother
Fight her father or sell her mother
Cause when you're possessed by Crack, God
I find aye
Everybody think I'm fine
I been dinning at the swine's aye
Yo I'm dying up inside
Wish I never had to branch aye
Someone take me
Sitting on the side. Waiting for a sign. Hoping that my luck will change.
Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same.
When you live
These children are living in
A world where their
Friends, their brothers, their
Sisters, their cousins
Their classmates are dying violently
They are
white rap, just some foil like Chiclets
Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress
The truth like Al Capone dying from the syphlis
Cross me,
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