Lyrics:
caught up
To my cousin brothers
You know what it is
From the New Era caps
To the haircut trips
To my first performance
Manga sent my song to get mixed
like I talk Tai
Mix it with Spanish lingo
Seguimos El Messias Christo
By His Blood we're hechos iqual
"Let my people go": the sequel
Mi problems? All
loan this dog
Paid back by our mother sisters
And brothers now Jonas yo
Big Spanish while the numbers
Spanish hocus pocus bro it's all bogus
So are we
Blow 'em out and open your eyes
We were lookin' forward to the
Rest of our lives used to keep my picture
Posted by your bedside
Now it's in your dresser
the brothers act fools
When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man
Brother (brother)
Sister (sister)
It's the loneliness that's the killer
So you want
To be free
To live your life
The way you want to be
Brother (brother)
Sister (sister)
It's the loneliness that's the killer
So you want
To be free
To live your life
The way you want to be
yeah)
Brooklyn, yeah
You think she loves you? But she don't
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
You got to wake up, open your eyes
See the way it really is
(Oh
Twenty candles, blow 'em out and open your eyes
We were looking forward to the rest of our lives
Used to keep my picture posted by your bedside
Now it's
those different things you understand
But I call it, what it is and what it is
What it is and what it is
Lookie here
Now you see
A brother
You
hope!
Oh, what hope He brings!
Pure life!
Pure truth!
Pure love!
The Way is only found in the perfect One above
What an honor it is to know Him
What
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
and butter
Lovin’ my brothers we from different mothers
Blood ain’t no closer we ride for each other (Yea)
CJ yo’ baby is on the way
Don’t get distracted no
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
Lord we intertwined intertwined
Meet me at the finish line
Way you boys is living you would think you had like sixty lives
You can tell I'm blessed
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
narcissistic ways
And your comments about how your love was fake
Say you never used me
But did you let it be?
No, you're just too messed up to really want me
I
the lives that I touch
Their value is quantified by the lies that they told
It's had to up hold the fallacies
Niggas living in fantasies
Calculating my steps
gone real gone prove it
Killing niggas in ya' songs , the difference tween' me and you is
I'm tryna' heal my brothers
You say you kill my brothers
Lets
on the seventh, my n-
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my momma be sayin'
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my mama be sayin'
And before
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
Every brother on the street is my homie
I'm rollin through a hood that I never been
And every brother steps to me as a friend
I love it, I love it
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
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