Lyrics:
living in fear
The only ones instilling that/ is our media here
Owned by the very men/ that have brought injustice
Playing god with our lives/ just
Words and music by jimmy nail
Can you hear it in your streets ?
Talk so cheap like tumbledown
Empty words and dirty deeds
Words so deep we all could
Clappaz clap that ass
Wontime, for ya mind, hit that ass color blind
Signed on the dotted line, it's how I live my lifetime
Reality hit me at some
Took a fast train to Eden
Where Johnny took quite the beating
Picking up the pieces of a broken shell
The shell
Stumblin' down dead end streets
With
the streets
To lay down at her feet and she runs a regal eye
To choose who lives and decide who dies
Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight
Fearful crowds
living alone will drive me crazy
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in
I'm going to go down by the water
But I ain't going to jump in, no, no
I'll just
I cracked the code and I knew what it's all about
We found the loft on Greene Street, swept that bad boy out
Alsatian wine, playing records way
a good look, into the eyes of the weak
Let's throw them all away, like rats in the streets
Paramedics are closing the black bag
Kids are playing,
don't wanna feel
Guilty suppression
I wanna beat my meat right in the street
Dominus vobiscum
The kids are passing out in the pew
I'm looking for
really Billy Danze?) Who the fuck you think it is?
By the law of the street, the best way to track his ass
Is to catch his ass (wet his ass) and to jack
no telepathic capabilities
Fiber-Optic wires try to bind me...
Revenge
Attack of the greys
I must defend
Raped by technology when I was a kid
without a doubt
And suckers want to test, you get smacked in the mouth
With the R-E-S, P-E-C-E-T
No kid, don't you play with me
R-E-S, P-E-C-E-T
homes, kids abused left alone
So many in the streets, homeless with no food to eat
(I know God hears us crying out)
Run to Him for all the answers,
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, yo
I'm getting real tired of childish ass niggaz judging a book by its cover
Think a pretty motherfucker won't get
The roads are warring over nonsense
These kids stomping puddles
Cutting gaps in family portraits
Move with caution
Gold fund for coffins
No fun so
I make music for lost niggas
Young bitches with babies by drug dealers
Heaven help us they letting them cops kill us
Black talons we loading them cop
scared to come outside
Fuckin' tearing out your eyes by
The pair if I decide
See I never let you win you're
Lucky if I let you live
If I approach you with
be holding on queens (Get up)
Bronx (Get up) brooklyn, Staten
See that's what I'm talking 'bout
I'll flow so ill we like Hurricane cash
Tryna live
"Ms. Jenkins"
A lot of tears shed over what you been through,
A mothers pain pays, for what her kid do,
As Bryan life fades, in the rear view,
You
of shit
The priest is near he's gonna eat you bitch
Down the road and [?] street you kids
Feel that world closing in
Or you go beyond where you supposed
out is to scaryyy.
Walkin' down a street makes a heart beat fast, 'cause some creep is gonna say or do something that makes us ashamed, so we blame
it's so hard for me to stay out the streets
Behind tint blowin' cheap
Fuckin' with freaks
What kinda role model, I'ma be?
Don't get it twisted
Gifted,
stop
A way to make the gats not pop
And is it possible
For me to live the way I need to live
For me to get what I need to get
And give all that I need
live, I don't know how you still crack a smile
I know you got money stacked up in piles
But the streets need some new Skrapz right now"
Skrapz is
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