Lyrics:
music game a maze all I needs an open door
But I know I gotta build that shit on my own
And these verses fix all like a hit to the dome
Lately I know that
the rearview
To a time long ago where my sight was full of you
And yeah you was full of you
And yeah I think I hated you
But now-a-days I'm more concerned
By
fight my fight I win dem side by side
I been doing this shit all my life
No cap, the thing don dae turn my wife
When e go turn around make e change my
shakey again
Learn to say when
Bound by the land
Babies on babies together we stand
Just got accepted to class
Now I'm back hustling bad
Benjamin lookin
can't land (oh, oh)
All these shows
I just pull up with my woes (woah)
I just pull up in a Rolls (woah)
And it got suicide doors (yeah)
Smoking dope
voices and touch the sun
My heart beats strong for Africa
Joy to the child, the gift of the wild, bring light into this land
I dream of Africa, children
stand by me
My darlin', won´t you stand by me
Darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me
My darlin', won´t you stand by me
Darlin', stand by me
Oh
of nowhere
Be my friend and give me your hand
Let's take off together
And then we can live wherever we land
Something in me was broken
And my thoughts were
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
is equivalent to me
I break down the beat, like I break down my weed
I skate down my street, with my K by my feet
To make it in my hood, you gotta
She said "I got a new dude with his number in my phone, and I text him instead of you, when
I'm feeling alone, I'm sorry about that, but if you're
She said "I got a new dude with his number in my phone
And I text him instead of you, when
I'm feeling alone, I'm sorry about that
But if you're
the side of that atlas
That practiced throw weaves on baskets
Carved masks on cedar plaques
We live by the law of the land
Don't take what you can't
niggas just say
This goes out to Jake Rivera
Revolutionary destroyed by his own country
Just tryin to fight for whats real
This goes out to my
Nigga
once let's jus say wasn't fun
Promise I will never get my power from a gun
But I will keep it on me when the time come uhuh
Land of the free, land
like You sent Your Son
I want to see the Holy Land
With my new eyes and You by my side
I want to see new Israel with my new eyes
And You by my side
I
to buy the land out West
You could spray your mind on these sheets but they softer than breasts
And I wanna bounce but these problems trounce me by
at the enhanced bankroll in my pants
Hypnotized in a trance from wakin' up off of Xans
And I don't know if I'm takin' off or tryna land
So I chalked it as God's
up, cuz?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in
my heart in your hands
But you might not like the places we land
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, you might not like the places you go
Got you by surprise (Burn
land
Connected by paths of emerald sand
Have you seen the things I've seen?
Been visited by phantom beings?
Haunted by those in hooded cloaks
Ex D-Boy used to sell that girl
Now, they know my name all across the world
They say Earl, EARL! They say Earl, EARL!
I'm from Vallejo, California
in their native land
Their only recourse was to flight
Tracing the path of the sun by day
And led by the north star at night
Onward they pressed
Didn't want me back then, why the hell they want me now
Since I made it to the ends, everybody wanna shout
I've been hated by city, put my back
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