Lyrics:
those who cross the path of righteous men
let me start again (for what) for those who can't comprehend lee majors
the virus
niggas they run
kinda pristine
Uh, I wasn't listening to Christine and the Queens
I was listening to fifteen
Young men like me kick a sixteen
Full of pain in a city,
and gorse, hawthorn and ash
are sculpted to better represent you.
The blanket rain-cloud drifts in to wrap you,
to feed the streams by which I too am fed:
Sovereign
In somber times
The wheel unbound
By the bent spoke
Lost
In the realm of men
Feral
Inside the fence
There's a falling oak
On up ahead
You may sing and speak of old Easter week
And the heroes of Ninety-Eight
Of the Fenian men who roamed the glen
In victory or defeat
Their names
rap spot til it's not fair
Nothin to do with it, niggas say, "I'm glad it was them"
Somethin to do with it, niggas gon' be glad it was them
Inspire men
this rap shit
Yay wrapped in plastic everyday practice
Runnin' away from task tactics
Hop fences leavin' 'em ass backwards
Before this music
I used
Aim for the best
But I'll settle for better
Good men don't run, no
No matter the weather
I'm quick to think
But I'm slow to believe it
I'm quick
eight-fold refined liquid
In a vat, surrounded by fences, enclosed by a gate
As each head will now consume
Passing out, before it's doom
Now's the time
fear - anguished cries.
A blood oath to never surrender.
Committed to the struggle.
Until all fences are burned.
You'll try the taste of pain we endure
cent your boy be hated by many men
Swinging for the fence you disrespect I'm swinging for the chin
Hold up do you see him wait I think Lyric coming
Then asking for more
Open doors .. Cut the pipeline to prison that be stealing our men
Educate the whole nation about the skin that I'm in
Black womyn
do the nasty shit off liquor
Fuck water 'cause my blood real thicker
GoonRich was my muhfuckin' nigga, my brother
He wasn't born nigga by the same
wanna be the man in the
Manor? Good luck with that
You'll probably get killed by the same
Youts that looked up to man
Diced in the alley when police left
TO THE WORLD!
SINNER!
Seems like, everybody’s my friend,
Or they wish my death, bloodshed-ed many ah men.
I licked my wounds and I said I’ll get em again.
Left
and the babes and the blunts
Still in the club, ten men in my section
Jack's come we don't answer a question
Rah, grrr fuck off
Clean sweep the cash, you
I want what most other men want
2 kids a wife and a life to flaunt
Flat screen tv, a picket fence
401k, a mercedes benz
I always believed it was
shirt
at least when rabbit tried this he was fucking poor as dirt
but me standing here in my fucking Ralph Lauren
surrounded by a collapsing crowd
heart torn out by somebody you thought was a friend/
And now your trust is worn down or bought to an end/
No pardons can mend it, when you're darkened
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
TENNESSEE
Words and Music by Nick Evans Mowery/BMI
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Hey dad, I remember you plowing them fields
Oh hide them bloodstains on your
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