Lyrics:
turn away, swerve
Ducking and dodging, hundred thousand in cash in my pocket
On one wrist I got two watches
Now you know why I got perfect timing
Pop me
I'll seek solace in the sun
Don't I deserve to have some fun
Close your eyes and embrace the ride
And let yourself by mystified
Close your eyes
let's go home and rest
Resting in our 3 store mansion
Enjoying the view of the sea day and night
Inviting our families over for Christmas every year
here drowning in an ocean of content
Dragged under, screams full of thoughts they were god-sent
Younger generations taught to want to make a difference
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
"In ten years of conflict
More than twelve-thousand children have been killed or injured"
"The children here are just a tiny fraction
boys and girls
Act like a generation
Give me that ball and chain
By now it must be hurting
Dragging your feet again
Just like a beast of burden
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.
Now did you
of a generation hanging in the balance
They say everything is a combination of nuisance
Who's fighting for us? who's standing with us?
I hope you pay attention like
down there
I'm also working on a dance at the Tacoma dome. To get us to
Not in the dome itself but in, in the ah convention hall
About fifteen thousand
stay in my posession
Ten thousand hrs I stayed on my focus shit
Now it's time for blessing
Back to the wall pressure building up
Humble shit
I cant
when old
Never back down
Dippin’ all my chains in gold
Till I splash out
Money, mansions, cars, and boats
Till I cash out
Like a nigga hit the lotto
Like
rap this
Enlightening minds with my lyrical tactics
In life everything ain't always what it seems
But people are enchanted by things that gleam
You
accomplishments; prolly buy some wheels for the man
I ain't saying it'll happen, it's just the will of man
In case I win by a nose and life hands me the victory
It's
on the outside, love me in the inside
Suck me in the back seat while I let a friend drive
Half a pound two stacks, half a unit 10-5
I stay out here by Sully so you
A trickle swells to rapids
Nouns swept aside by anxious verbs.
In dreams I find you staring at
Crystal clear blue skies.
Sandy beaches, honeyed moon
Wonder
gained
Tweaking in my last song
Just call me by whatever name
I be needing the realest
So much fake animosity
They passed to the children
Used to be
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
Persecution was a tale told to children
We were given generations, taken, wasted, left in ruin
I don't like how the air feels tonight, smell a new storm brewing
life is gang gang gang
Same thing goes to a nigga shooting videos in a mansion
How you acting like it's yours, fake it 'til you make it just to seek
for breakfast
In the morning, I'm still geekin'
Lickin' Miley Cyrus for breakfast
3 bad bitches from the playboy mansion
I'm PeeWee Longway Hefner
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