Lyrics:
It’s crazy how they pay us back with these wrongful convictions
Man we built this land how the hell we don’t fit in
How you robbed us, then slaved us
wounds got grave stones with R.I.P. before it kills homie
Expectin' son to take a hit for nothin', like for real nothin'
Man handled and beaten down, like,
Destruction at their feet
Onward Christian soldiers,
Marching to the beat
Marching to the beat
Beat
Storm the gates of heaven
The church of Man is lost
Storm
support you in your own city, I don't get that (Aye)
To be honest man I ain't with that
I'm like when they gon' stop playing with me, When they gon' stop
done poetry
Done it by myself man i been thru no coaching
With fashion and style man im stepping like an OG
(Fashion and style)
Believing this my time
Choke you man, rabid wolverine hold
My habit is like gold member
Control you with my odd scepter
New Lord and savior
Rapping eating a starburst, reds
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
I count four badman in a blacked out lexus
Parked by the curb with clips
Fuck with me
You gon end 6 feet deep
Crank it
My mans on a new thing
done
If I really love you til the blood run
Ain't nobody self made driving your cedes
On a road that was paved by the immigrants you blame
Man it took
ol' boys getting autographs
In Cincinnati, I know you heard
I got fined for the cuss words
It's true, baby, so so unique
Might slap your man
sorrow's marching all the way with me,
Telling me I'm old now since I lost my man
Since I lost my man.
Old man sorrow's sitting by the fireside,
Lying
up 85 on the dash
Wondering is this the dream are we really free at last
Then you see the news another death by the cops hand
Black man you ain’t free
up 85 on the dash
Wondering is this the dream are we really free at last
Then you see the news another death by the cops hand
Black man you ain’t free
I'm a man on a mission
I got shit to accomplish
So if you ain't wit it
Then get the fuck out of my way
Cuz I'm marching on
Aye you March wit Tha
bid my last farewell and ride with the four
Marching onward, the one and true death awaits
The countdown of extacy
As darkness falls
and madness
march away
And besides my dearest William, I am with child by thee
Not fitted for the war my love in Higher Germany'
'I'll buy for you a horse, my love,
flamenco, so I take the train, como paella en barcelona spain
Next swing by the home, of Vasco da Gama, Lisboa portugal for a photo panorama
Over
see pieces of men marching
Trying to take Heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider
I can see the pale white horse
In God's truth name
Tell me
clique I pop my shit nigga don't get hit by the hit man
They don't wanna play with the big man
Nigga make mo noise den a big band
Yea I gotta got hard with
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya
Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
roll
Roll roll
All my brothers moving cuz we marching for the bands
You not getting money you’re not welcome to the gang
O.T with the bang
And I pull up
a cat came drifting, on my porch from the outside cold,
and with eyes closed drinking, warm milk from my bowl, thought:
nobody hears me (x2)
'cause
lineage
Liaison, Renaissance Harlem Fat Cat's queens
To ancient Wagadugu where Djeli
Called griot spat game with that said
It's only tradition partitioned
a bale of cotton
Oh lordy
Pick a bale a day
On Top Of Old Smokey
On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
By courting so
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