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he had divided the South into, in order to keep peace. By physically enforcing equality and peace, the government further agitated the resentment
cell on "A" Block he hanged himself at dawn
With a note stuck to the bunk head
Don't mess with me, just take me home.
Come and lay, help us lay
Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out
Insane in the brain little nigga servin' caine
Use to have to axe could he cross the street
Now he's
who
Stretched the heavens
With His own fingers like an iPhone
Now what a relief, it should've been me
But He didn't see it the same
He took up the cross
if we're the ones upon whom He would work immediately
We just don't know
Look at John five again, now the East at Jerusalem verse two
By the sheep
Of his sons and really that makes me bubble
The fact that he had to back track daddy had to
Cut slack in son's leash to milk the struggle
Hate to say it
There is no one left by my side
To tell me that he's wrong
And if life goes on
Then show me where I belong
With this devil inside
A cross I can't carry
hauntin' me
Cross on my back (my back, yeah)
'Cause I carry the streets
And I'm jaded by disloyalty
Who's got my back? (My back, yeah)
'Cause it's been
bangers
Guess he knew one day that we'll become us
That's just how it is when you live where we come from
Fight, don't run
Is the motto we live by
Get
was a test
When he pouring up on the tech
Didn’t get to live it yet
Told my mom
I won’t fucking die
Till I’m 25
And he crashed
In the fucking night
a forty five
One in his head, if he ain't dead, he borderline
Dope, every rhyme that I say, go 'head and snort a line
Sublime, if you didn't know I'm
And double cross the pride
That made the man
And made him feel like mom was part of his life
Yeah, yeah
Tell me why he got to cut his dreads?
Why he
without any sacrifice
Did you deny yourself
Did you carry your cross
Did leave the ninety nine and go reach the lost
Did you leave a legacy of faith
Did you
God knows when clocks stops
We be kindling his anger
But he still shows love from the cross red blood drops
The price of your sin equals death
dude lover of music and art
Bringing people together was his super power
Over giants he would tower
Just by being himself
The most incredible alien
In
He brings home A's while you
Bring home these eighties
If one more grade drops then
My belt gon go crazy
I carried you nine months
Can't carry your
tryna save a bitch, pow right in the kisser)
We didn't drive by we walked him down, put him in a ditch
(It be like that 'cause he's a snitch, pow right
town and try to slow the dough down
You must be casket-bound
'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
Nigga
I sign my name on the book
town and try to slow the dough down
You must be casket-bound
'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
Nigga
I sign my name on the book
And somehow I can tell that he means me no harm
Just by the peace that I see in his eyes
And even though I've never even seen him before
It's like he's known
and accomplish it
It didn't matter if the path was my artistry
As long as the grades from my class came promising
And he never really doubted on me
I know he's
them off the bus. I didn't know you were friends with them.
I find my dad in the parking lot. He drives me back to our house and camp is over. So is
forgotten
Thought of little old me way back at Calvary
All my struggles and sin on a cross He carried
The blood He shed courses through our veins
I hold my
sacrificed
You could've been anywhere in the world but you were by my side
I know momma said a prayer for me
Cause my god he's so good to me
My first breath
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