Lyrics:
of New York (New York, New York)
If I was white, I probably couldn't dunk
'Cause everybody knows white man can't jump (nope)
And I probably wouldn't be
Mother calls
Your brother's lost
And he cannot be found
Father knows
It's him whose lost
His son's in all the sounds
Blame yourself
Redeem yourself
you want to you can rule the world
Said "I'm telling you young"
Every girl don't gotta be your girl
He said "I'm telling you young"
You reap the shit
misconstrued
He thought he found the one, he let her peek and see him through
She led him on her way and on a path that he regret
Now he's filled with fear
brother
Split the pot with my brother
These bitches walk up askin questions
I'm gone lie for my brother
Aye I finally found me a way out
Lil Brodie I'm
gotten lost
Because of you I found my way
My best friend, my brother died
He left this earth via suicide
Might as well just have
Dropped some cyanide
But
in God
It may seem odd
But he be so satisfied, he can leave it all
I'm not the shoes I wear
I'm not the clothes I buy
I'm not the house I live
up his brothers and fuck all his bitches
Never admit it, every see you doin' wrong, he finna be snitchin
How you got love for that nigga?
Cause no
be
So they stop and they search for my ID
And did you even know we could change this?
Brothers really found me a racist
How'd you tell a man to behave
empty like no one cares
My brother don't worry
The storm don't last always
For there's a man from glory
Full of mercy and grace
He'll pick
swear it ain't no hoe in me
Watched my homie bleeding on the pavement, that can't be unseen
Loosing loved ones just a factor of success I found the key
him
His brother got killed, so now he keep a tool with him
Live around the corner from his two daughters, no father
That's when the waitress came
She probably complain about a man
How he can’t go through
With his fucking plans
I’m not Pitbull, but I can poop on
A man, hip-hop needs to be better
the Bronx where the people are fresh. Was born a funky drummer who had to pass a test. Now he's on the mic live as can be what's good y'all I'm The ZYG.
before the week ends
I'm gettin' sick of all the friendships
As soon as we kick it, he done split and the whole shit ends quick
How can I be a man if
searching
And You keep digging
You will find it
You're gonna find it
And You might be real happy
With what You found
So gather 'round
I want to tell
brother's starving, hungry, and sick
Cause ain't nobody coming by the house giving free shit
So he gettin kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead
Got no
hope!
Oh, what hope He brings!
Pure life!
Pure truth!
Pure love!
The Way is only found in the perfect One above
What an honor it is to know Him
What
gotta' get this shit by any means ain't no option
Kai be lazy off that wocky that's why he always be nodding
I got me a thick lil' bitch I told her make it
brother said he got revenge for my mother's face
Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase
'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be
it, forget it
You left our family in shambles
And you expect me to just get over him? Pretend he never existed
May be gone, but he's not forgotten
These be the days
Many fallin' away from the Way
Never wise in our own eyes
We follow what the Word say
Brother sharpens Brother
Like iron sharpens iron
it be to take him on?
Show him he can't control you anymore
His control is the reason I'm undead
Without it I'm just a corpse without life
I wanted
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