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Others live to give
Oh you know who you are and I
Will never forget you no no
And now we out here driving guided by stars
Might feel lost but least we know
This is a call out to all the youth in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships. To all the kids who download this song for free. By any means.
out of tune
So Let me sing to you
This unspoken truth
Unbeknownst to you
Machines they grind away
Drowning out our every voice
If it doesn't fit their
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state
The lives that we never remember are heading us out to another mistake
It's with me, it's waiting for me as Heaven is calling us to our knees
Chorus
Well I wander near, and I wander far
With a wanderlust that fills my heart.
cnd though the pickings be lean and hard
I live the life of a bard, I
and the fear overcame
me and I started to put down the phone but before I
could a voice at the other end rang out and it sent
a chill through me that I had never
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
societies current for far too long
Now I'm reaching out my hand
Asking God to make me whole
Some nights, I think about the state of our world
It breaks my
We, we are no iota passing by
What we were told was just a lie
We will not get up, live and die
No we can rise, rise up above and deify
All of our
right
So mama know that I'm clutching for life
Did bad in skool but mama I did it
Live ina booth to stay out da trenches
Niggas is wicked Ireally dont get
of direction, darker complexion
Made it hard to live; dad, how you fathered your kids?
Stranded on the highway of life, left us out to die, left us out to dry
fucking grown now i was a little-ass
Kid in 2009 i've figured shit out
– well not figured shit out that's
Ridiculous not in some pretentious way
Just
the penny drops
Yeah, I'm a wordsmith with a black heart
Got trouble making bright art
Figure out where time starts
To take the course of life by both hands,
I don’t make a move until the move is planned
I really came so far don’t know my journey man
You fall a thousand times, I want a thought stands
guided by temptation
Were we born to abuse, shoot a gun and run
Or has something deep inside of us come undone?
Is it a human trait or is it learned
tasks that used to be performed by humans and now relegated to robots
We no longer vacuum our homes
We leave it to the robots
Our lives are now
sublime, that loving is all I got
I'm a college dropout but now I'm cream of the crop
Shout out to 'Ye and anyone who can relate
I don't need no damn degree
raps and put out music as a sedative
Most people who I talk to never fully get it
I've been in image of myself and it's not fully fitting
I had to crop
feeling inside me
If I had a voice, I'd speak
If I knew the truth I'd leave
Believe the lies of me
To make nothing out of me
And there's a voice
to see
Get up with the sun, go to bed with it too
Live a life in rhythm with the stars and the moon
See patterns in the heavens, see far, see truth
What
Wishing for them live shows
Where everyone inside knows
This is how the mind, soul, body reconnect
Much respect to the crews who break a neck
I'm only 5'4
and night
Money inna pocket mi nuh affi check the price
Far we a come from we lived a rough life
My life ghetto youth live life
Buy weh we want we nuh affi
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
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