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one to my daughter, than I am my sons
Do you know how hard it was to admit that?
I'm broken, and black but hell bent on being better and building
as a black
But they never had to worry cause I'll be paying them right back
We're going hard on the road to that diploma
Could've already had it if it wasn't
I'll say God's name under my breath
It's stress
Imagine
The kids, the fuckin' youth
Surrounded by drugs
Puffin' drugs, smokin' thugs
The ghetto got no
didn't handle my functions while in high school
Although I was cool
The hood I live in ain't that proper
'Cause a cop'll stop ya
And have you
you down to die,
'cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it nigga nut wit yo five,
I like to lease shit it's
shake 'em up, you down to die,
'Cause we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it n**** nut wit yo five,
I like to lease s*** it's
Nobody can step to this
If they tried
Bet it be on their bucket list
Better off just trying to quit
No many can handle the Magnificence
yeah they
the sun
We screaming black lives matter with no peace in our manner
And we can't get along to climb our own ladder
What's sadder that we argue to the sun
black ass houses in black ass hoods
Man that's black folk living how black folk should
The whole black nation man we got to go hard
Shout out New Era
I'm released, how will I live?
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it's so hard to be positive
When
I'm released, how will I live?
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it's so hard to be positive
When
I'm released, how will I live?
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it's so hard to be positive
When
'bout that white girl
Feeling good to be black
Ya whole hood I seize that
Breaking down the, fuck all that feedback
Gone by the morning
I landed soon
to be dry
'cause after the stronger man supply
But in the drought season it`s too hard to get by
Niggaz be runnin` off with D gafflin muthafuckas,
"Goodbye Dixe" by Corey Smith from the CD "Hard-Headed Fool"
(Whistling Dixie)
Passed an old plantation home off Hwy. 41
Been around since 1850,
remain brothers, fuck the others
In this cold world the war that's controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
That’s on me, I can gamble it
This that black buttah hard to handle it
Want so much money I can’t manage it
She keep coming back the way I
Woke
That's on me, I can gamble it
This that black buttah hard to handle it
Want so much money I can't manage it
She keep coming back the way I
Woke
Through Christ, you live
Without, you die
I know it's going be hard at first
But it's worth the wait and the work
Just gotta take your time
King... Skie
controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
So if niggas want to bite the sound like Tyson
Deck him in the left eye,
Black Market, we the voice of the people
Live it out, whether right or illegal, feel me?
Kneel to the pharaoh, surrounded by rings
Call me Saturn
Plays pitchin' the skip button
Shards up on the boulevard
So act hard, see to heaven to ask God
alone I fear
Come and see my mental home movies
I never am the star - the villain though by far
A good day can slowly waste away
And all that it takes
the black lady who hates Black people will hire you as a bus boy or security guard cause they find you intimidating or think you can only handle dishes/ even
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