Lyrics:
of complacency being replaced by feeling amazing
Not just fate that I'm winning
I'll make my own path
Too many snakes in my kitchen, I'll cut my own grass
We
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way
when
I got back it was this chicken
Special that Coach and LL make
Shit was great! Also made my own
Rice and noodles with it and
Put it on a tortilla
man Caprice own
You finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn
of me
My hearts in a prison open up and let me be
Make my own decisions baby take control of me
Loving you is a sin devil takes my soul to keep
Lord
It’s a prison for the poor. So it’s a prison for this man.
So what I gotta do? (grind it)
When I’m partying (grind it)
Or M. I. A. (grind it)
Living by
every morning in the face of a cop
Because I used to take the nine and go ( *3 shots* )
So now I'm in prison and yo, it's like apartheid
Modernized
he knew then what it was son its timnaeat
Standin on my own thats by any means, feeling like left hand
Theirs nothing left to see, trials
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
(And I said oh) so I
I've created my own prison
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
(And I said oh) so I
pride
In our Holocaust
Now it's my creed
I'm from a stronger breed
My ancestors indeed had to bleed
Whipped 'till they were freed
And now
I look back
easier for you to tell me what's the matter
Than for me to figure out what's the matter on my own
But this four AM baits my oldest dream
Of a night so
sailing over these beats
As you listen
I've been giving a lot of hidden messages
Don't you miss them
As I free my soul from my own self-created prison
to make a call
Slave to the priest
He's controlling beliefs
While we're working on the fields getting lashed by the chief
Couldn't own our land
Proprietors
to having a big reputation
Violated by his own family
He's got no problem with violation
Using a weapon brings fear
And fear just means you don't need
baring its teeth
For the incentive of those who would betray their own
A world fueled by jealous rage basking in their pride
Allowing the process to repeat
on my own, carried by myself
I've been really going through it, I just hide it well
Feeling trapped in my thoughts like a prison cell
I hope I break
Nobody been coola
Then my man big tuna
Jim breaking hearts
Causing lots of tears
It's really so sad
Tuna only live 40 years
Dwight schrute is the Best man
perverse
Ain't overstandin us nigga
My life ain't rehearsed
Ain't no rewind button like DVD
They never show the real neighborhood on TV
(TV)
Ours ain't
fading beyond all life could be
Buried in your eyes.
I'm holding back cries
That now faded beyond my own reach
Yet to fly
Lonely I follow no creed
Beyond
they're jokes
You can't have your nigga in prison feeling hurt
When you chillin' that's when they play with you the most
But they don't know you really
see
All these other men
That can't be me
I can't be beat
The world held me
In these chains
Like a prison
In my own brain
Locked in a cage
Like
God sent wit not a cent to my name that's nonsense... here wit a knot full of wit hoping for cents in a knot... hope that don't tie your sense in
since he had a son
It been money on his brain
He ain't never been no lame
Try him put one in yo brain
He different he don't follow
He create his own lane
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