Lyrics:
abdomen
I spit negative just like a halogen
My breeze more of a fucking masculine
The rascals win, killing them all with a javelin
Snakes, I'm just
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause I'm always here at home till closin' time.
Too preoccupied with shit that doesn't matter
Never mattered at all
Been Too preoccupied with shit that doesn't matter
Never mattered at all
Been Too
treat us like opps to leave us dead in a box
Nobody love us but the hopeless, so we misunderstood
They feel like black lives don't matter, we just
think about my mother and my father dead,
They did everything for me use to make my bed.
Told me bed time stories how we hung from trees,
Injected us with
all the politicians higher than the state are in the know?
Nah, dismantle the whole system
And if all lives matter, you should stand here with us
ain’t with us then you against us (And you know it)
All Lives Wont Matter Until Black Lives Matter
Right now ain’t nothin’ worse then yo silence (You're
just doesnt matter
It just doesnt matter
Getting killed by gang bangers
It just doesnt matter
It just doesnt matter
It just doesnt matter
From
trust in who we are
And nothing else matters
(as sung by Casey Donovan, winner of Australian Idol 2004)
Casey, you're about to go in, yeah
Ay, crappy audio, doesn't matter though
Crappy studio, doesn't matter though
Ay, bro, what you want from us
Ay, yo, we
toe to toe
Told him old man don’t you know?
Half us little bastards learned to
Plaster in a broken home
Tree forts gets surrounded by more boundaries
Bridgewater or Abrams
With a little bit of music and the power of us
We can lift each other up
Lift up Louisville
Cause this is how we do
i'll hold you
like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin' doubt)
"You're out of touch with reality!
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split
tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us
Make the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us (Southside Bronx)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I
witness
Either you surf the wave or swim with the fishes
So many lives lost being pulled for recognition
Impel position, live on your own conditions
By any
my way
V.L., UPT, The ward? 13th
I represent no matter what, respect or check me
Let me live through round 1, and it's all on you
I retaliate, you
the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
the true saviours
We move with the gangstas
You niggas sweeter than the fruit flavors, the booth slayer
Proving it's futile to hide from us
You misguided
me up to keep in touch with Jesus
Because I’m surrounded by people
But no one has noticed me
Down on my knees
Still hard not to over think
I stepped
the stars don't align
And the sun can't even stop the rain from pourin'
So lay with me and let time just pass by
And don't let go (don't let go)
'Cause
the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
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