Lyrics:
through with the wrong turns?
Nothing I knew never turned up untrue what I say is recalled by the strong ones
What can I do for the long run?
Hoping I'm
I was posing relatin'
To those dealing with blow, had the big gold bow acres it was those gangsters
That bonus, that culture, those projects
Shiny
wouldn't be true if I were to just to stand by
And keep watching
buffoon rappers moshing
to songs shank the culture rein-grain the offspring
So when I
Of us so don't expect
The end of the world to come
One day out of the
Blue – it's been happening every
Day for a long time
to see it..
Hook: I prayed for better days !.. (Amen!),
They thought I threw in the towel !.. (Nope !),
Thought I was makin’ it up !..(Ha!),
I just been
day long
I remember getting suspended always was a class clown
Always gettin into fights because I never backed down
I remember 6th grade when I
day long
I remember getting suspended always was a class clown
Always gettin into fights because I never backed down
I remember 6th grade when I
late
How was day?
My nigga dont ignore it
Its been a long as day
Baby just keep pouring
We barely getting by
But we gotta keep goin
Smile to cover up
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease
been lookin at the world all wrong
Ive been livin this life too long
Ive been hatin everything till now
I see the light in a new days dawn
Yeah Ive been
black, we strapped
As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets these days
Muthafuckas better watch they back and take
the cut
Call 'em Middleton
I've been up for a long time
This ain't no settlement
Big dog status
Baby do the shit for me
Do it so good
Like you tryna make
Crawlin' up up up out the grave
Say her name say her name
Game too long long long
Being played
Tell em heel heel heel
They ain't gon' stay
RIP RIP off
Nigga back in the day
When a nigga had to play with the a-k
Boys had em all blown away
Nigga don't play
I be flippin' my lid
Sippin' my gin
Makin'
let's change the culture
Niggas tryna force their way up in my circle, we won't let em in
Talk a way when they in private, but in public we the closest
I
Puff puff when I blaze up up and away
Stoned stuck on this haze yep what can I say
I'm a pot addict up in the attic for days
I got a bad habit I
I stand before you as a twist of fate
Cuz the shovel broke digging up my grave
A misanthrope at the end of the day
So here's what I hate
The human
Our darkest days have come
Barbaric rules, self-serving
Abandoned hope of gods
Dismissed and long forgotten
Our fate cannot be seen
Prophetic
scene was at
Rap by my real name
I never fronted
Some shoebox money
That's all I ever wanted
That day I got that phone call
I felt it in my stomach
Jay-Z
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
every day
Getting embraced by the Light like tatted with crop circles
I'm on a journey of life and I just spoke with the Oracle
Now reflecting His Might
six-shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his
six-shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
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