Lyrics:
our cross up and we follow Him
What is our life?
We are but a mist that appears for a little while then vanishes
So be very careful how you live
Not
at the bottom of a glass
So I stuff a raw cone and get high by myself
Hit up Highstone, get some juices for my health
See the world different, appreciating my
for stupid things
And bein' pushovers because your mans gave you pain
I can't believe y'all really grown and act like little kids
Is this what it means
And his infant only son
These are hard times
Hard times
We live in hard times
And if you don't look away
You're bound to go blind
So I cover my eyes
That he'd live to see the day
He'd hold the boy, he raised up like a son.
CHORUS
(SPOKEN)
One Saturday night as he lay in jail
For fighting and just
Young
Her world forever dark, he never seeing his son
She want to be a step dad, i got issues with my own dad
cdd the fact the kid is so bad
Unstable,
send any mail
I lost my little cousin on his older brothers birthday
Dunk driver gettin' chased by the police
Ran through the red light I wish that was
shall upbread
Both God and man that all hath made
The Son of heavenly seed
Whom caitiffs none can tray
Whom tyrants none can kill
O joy and joyful happy
speak some
I don't believe in ghosts, I never seen one
The blunt contains ten grams
Pharaohs live show ten grands for each man, so I call Crypt
want no
(Trouble) trouble, yeah
You don't want no problem
And no man shall ever back me down
You say you want some when you really know you don't want no
play, Chris Childs play, this is grown man rap
Posted by the bar holding a scotch
Don't know what time it is, you got too much gold on your watch
shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
Look man, do not get my block pissed, we'll blast
the father and his son
From a distance don't it seem they're having fun
But just a little closer look reveals that they're having none
Neither tries
Aw shit, here come the man again
You know if you can't with the style that's goin' on right now
Then you need to be sittin' down
If MC's can't
Denied the everlastin life - behold the son of man
Nevermore the saviour - bound and damned
Thou shalt not - be
Thou shalt not - live
One law for one
blasted twice
why'all niggas live the average life
Raised in the hills with the wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only spit the facts
sons are not a punishment or an accident
Just a little abstract masterpiece of what the master did
I try not to doubt the power of prayer
But
farther
For our sons and daughters
My kind America
People, we can be our own leaders
And live a little bit freer, if we fight for
My kind America
the gangstas die young and the rats die faster
So, when my shooter spread this MAC
Live shatter 'round, 'round
Like, "Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?"
cigarettes
Blasting U2 and The Pixies on an old Maxell cassette
Black nails shaved head Doc Martin's little Rock n roll queen
Got pregnant in 11th grade
You niggas hate me because I live like a champion
I'm eating scampian shrimp
And the vehicles I'm lampin' in you can't be in
I'm the one like Mr.
cousin got bodied 'cause of a stupid color
My projects is a live set, we shoot at each other
Some niggas is 'bout it, some niggas is scared
But even
Through the lows I carried on
I almost got depressed
Life will kick you down
When you just tryna live your best
But little do you know
That’s when it’s
[Denim: Singing]
I swear to hold you down for as long as we both shall live
I never made a move without ya, my homie that's just how it is
Now we
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