Lyrics:
with my brothers quick
Now it's death and taxes or I should've wore a rubber shit
Had it since it young man, always been professional
Had to go and get
Before he was forced, forced to make a living
By lying, stealing, and eventually killing
No one was born bad, we're all God's Kids
So who's to really
feel it man, the drums are too weak
I don't feel the snares
Coulda used a different type of sample
You're wack man, yeah..
Yo, that kid is wack,
the kids that you’re raising
I hope you know what I mean, this goes for everybody
You need to think for the future before your present’s muddy
Not every one
brother
We had to move on with our lifes say goodbye
We had to move back have my parents near by
My song got a deal for a movie on screen
My girl saw
lyrics another's due to experience
I'm guilty of it too had to question the things I cherish
I see me with a crib and a kid in a happy marriage
Brothers
With the black
In it, black hoodie, consciousness
And black fact
Yo, a young kid was shot, is the cry we heard
Like Emmett Till
It was tears and hearts
the kid from mecca and the soul brother
Yeah once in a while I be with cl on the dl
Or I flow with pete, and find my placement in the basement
for justice
Ferguson, rest in peace Mike Brown
And all the young soldiers out there
God help us
Time to take a stand and save our future
Like we all
years old he could've carried the rock
Like Jonas Metoxen known as Met the Ox
Ran through them miles like an eight man box
Lots of kids today couldn't
, walking with a pencil
Met you, on a staircase, writing to instrumentals
Type of time you were on, many kids ill advised
Only wrong you did was take those
You should mind yours
Baby my new accessory is mocha colored
And saving herself for marriage like a Jonas brother
Even though that shit is real and I
Can't be stain by the Volture
Then look into the future thenyou will see my picture
Been captured in the future I'm the vision
Take paper and pen let me
Go yeah
It's kid ink
I know you see me with
My back against the wall
Grippen on the cup standing on the booth
I could see the whole club
Everybody
When he read his mail like a transcript
"Don't say a word kid, I know ya, son O' Jonas ya name is Simon
But I'm gone' complete ya and call you Peter
the Jonas Brothers...
I'm just kidding but let's be honest, that's a hefty majority...
And you if don't believe me... Well then you must be a noob
for sure as we look ahead to the great beyond.
Lyrics adn Music by E. J. Belala (AKA the artist "Iphram Xela")
U.S. Copyright
INSTRUMENTAL INTRO
the kids a fighting chance to have a great future
And not worry abt being shot and killed in the streets by police or by us
We have to make a change within
brothers get a way out
I did this for the family so we could get a way out
A way out
Did this for my future, my son and my kin
Ain't going to sit on a track
instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't have to bump
step by your brother
Hold on to your loved ones
I know we've all lost some
Pray before rain falls, cause the bombs are coming
They don't share the love
congratulations to all you gangbangers
Cause everytime you pop one
Might be killin a future black lawyer or doctor, son
Or a future black businessman
That
back
Spit raw straight pure that lay you flat
Yea butter shit brother's keeper sniff
Hard resist my lines addictive
Like popping pills or a lean seal
check it out, one two
It's not a game, y'all so check it out
Carmel cruising brother
Your latest lover smothered for deeper cover
Ass blown to breaks,
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