Lyrics:
through the quicksand
Still a kid
But I’m turning to a young man
But back to the good message
You know that G life been teaching lessons first rule is
huh
I know
I know
You'll always be by my side
Uh huh
This last verse is for those who come to shows
Learn words to the verses in songs I wrote, ha!
tellin' by the earful
Kids doing skid bids, acting out is terrible
Word is bond, fix your clothes
Put a shirt on
Pants sagging back when used to meant you
move
He get turned into a spliff (Grrah)
And Say, he got lined by a bitch (What else?)
He thought he was fuckin'
Until he seen crips
And I heard they
a little bit of Leviticus
All the kids are a little too little for this
All the parents nod in agreement
I think I can vaguely see what He meant
It's too
Look down from the sky
And stay by my side,
'Til morning is nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus,
I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever
And love me I
tongue-tied
This is rare air, it's harder to come by
It's high-tech like Common when he was rocking that sungod
Tomato head niggas get sun-dried
They washed
So I say walk by the Spirit and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh
For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit and the Spirit
kept slipping and falling. Then he arrived at an unexpected sight.
Why...arent these orange trees? Why is it so warm here, like its spring? Somethings
(It's TYEE bitch)
I'm a good kid
In a bad situation
Hear my side before
You make a decision
I was losing bad
Almost defeated by depression
But I
And smokin' and blown open
Bodies found in Hoboken
Kids comittin' murder after murder
Shit is real so I feel for the ones that don't pack steel and burners
, girl
Let these mothafuckas know who he is, girl
So bad she got you trippin'
Don't fuck with him, he ain't tippin' (He broke!)
If he lookin' and he don't
forgets to take a pill
Overload is overkill
What... what are families for?
He's at the wheel, she's at his side
Three kids in back out for a ride
with your wig split
Thinkin' that we niggaz on some rappin' kiddie kid shit
Dig this
Is my success a threat to you?
Nigga why you hate me, cause I do
say
Anthony Fantano looks at me to say
Bobby Tarantino is left wing and gay
He likes to mention his penis all day
He sits in his room and writes away
He was aiming
Lot of black tees in the church, screaming Amen!
Ouuuu
Lord save me
when we together we smoke up till we get faded
eyes red blood shot
coroner another kids sleeps
The news call him an addict
He’s just a kid B
In the medicine cabinet where the kids be
Went from peddling bikes to moving puff
get through it, gotta keep your head steady
Kids everyday on the news getting took
cnd the one that looking is the one that's the crook
I pray that my
And get ser bout the Lord ‘fore He show up
(please) jesus flow I tell em retweet
Red letter game red eight army
Sow seeds in the street, concrete, farming
of a voice from the shore
There had been huge catch
John understood at once and said, It is the Lord.
Abruptly, Simon looked up, then jumped in and
Swam
pain is how I glow
Through these tears
Now I'm married to this man for years
He's sitting up taking care of my kids
Everything is going good so far
But
they're draggin' her away
Lord knows we don't need a devil like him beatin' us around
Well, he's knockin' on my door
How my house is tumblin' down
Now
on her
Now they're draggin' her away
Lord knows we don't need a devil like him beatin' us around
Well, he's knockin' on my door
How my house is
a total of three
Times, I’m in some pain
Fat mexican fella rapes me and he came
In my ass, "How is this legal?" I ask
This is about as far from cute, like
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