Lyrics:
a Christmas baby
Born on Christmas Day
Overshadowed by the holiday
But if you'd come here then maybe
You'll sing happy birthday to me
Cause I'm a Christmas baby
on that day
After the fires
And spears
And glass
Being tossed into the eyes of
Unsuspecting youths
Maybe we can gather and just say
We did it
We're not
life
Oh no not another kid
It’s sad how we Struggling just to staying alive
It seems like every day we either getting shot or dying by 5
When will this
I'm feeling the weight of the passing days
Each phrase takes a moment that I could save
They say, "Live while your young," but I'm restrained
By my
gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day
of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day was gone
How dare this nigga even think that he could take us on
Smoke
Shit I'm a weird as nigga
Who don't give a fuck a about fame or figures
Who's not tied up by these lame ass niggas
Who's all about the vibe
Yeah, I can blow your fucking mind
I can make that lightning strike
Maybe if you give me time
I've been working overtime
Pray to God to show me signs
a huge disgrace
Sometimes I sit and really ask myself, was I born by mistake?
Like, damn
Or maybe I'm just trippin'
Drown my feelings in a deuce, but I
Yo
It's like still the 21st century and America is still in a riot
We got police brutality all over the place and gun violence
Instead of lynching
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
To buying our own whips and chains
Maybe one day we'll change
I rather go to jail and than get jacked up
I rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
I
They want me 6 feet deep ,
They want under the dirt,
Don’t want to let me breathe,
They want my mamma to hurt,
They might know my face
They might
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
shootin' dice and gettin' nice
Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise
We were in the hallway all day
Me, Steve, and Little Ray
Probably at first
A riot on the corner of the street tonight.
Well, you know it's too late
And you don't shoot straight.
Yeah, we take it to the streets with our sights
of time
You're a no show and we're out of line
We're six guns south with
Our barrels aimed high
Take it to the streets with
Pistols by our sides
And you
can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too
So I know how part of you feels
Maybe you hate me
Maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me
Life goes
beater
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellas 'cause a riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial,
And justice will prevail, and that'll be the end of the story
Of the Valentine's Day killer's miserable life
So I asked Kevin by email, "By the way
How are
You couldn't pay attention
So now you gotta buy it
She get 1000 likes on Facebook
And now you go try it
We all on a diet
Everybody's exciting a riot
of my cage
It's finally here, the fear that infects your brain
Another day enslaved by the mess you made
Tie me down, run the energy straight to my
fun
Maybe you're the one
Soon the new day breaks the dawn
Putting on some Airs
King For a Day
Hard to face your fears we wear the mask like
fun
Maybe you're the one
Soon the new day breaks the dawn
Putting on some Airs
King For a Day
Hard to face your fears we wear the mask like
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