Lyrics:
life and times, deadly like the virus design
But too, minute to dilute, the science is mine
You can't party your life away
Drink your life away
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
love my old hoes, new meaning for YOLO
All you niggas gon' learn today, I'm the teacher, I'm the tutor
Few Ray Allens couple cuties, and by Ray Allens
through the blood that was shed
Yeah, we know them by their love just like He said
Say, what's crooked been set straight
Old man gone shed that dead weight
and he took out
A deck of playing cards
He began to spread them out across his bunk
About that time, one of his buddies came by and said
"You gonna
someday the truth will catch up
I just hope it don't catch us all by surprise
They preach this thing, religion
But we show no faith at all
Follow suit
Brushed off the accusations
And bowed before your lies
This is the city that raised me
With the religion they gave me
Now I'm old enough to know my
Welcome to Rap Opera, the mind of a guy that is not pop enough
Fuck Wagner the times too tough to be pessimistic so his time is up
I today waver
Honey I can be your vision
When your losing sight
I'll be by your side
Honey I can be your religion
When your knees start to hurt
And you can't go
The preacher, he run till he spotted a tree
He said, "Up in that tree's where I oughta be"
By the time that bear made a grab for him
The preacher was a sittin'
heavenly sound
Of that old time religion that’s good for me
Little children singing ‘round the sycamore tree
As we count our blessings beneath that southern
And I don't want to, but I have to go right now
And I know that the old me dead and gone
And I know that my heart is cold as stone
They askin' me
Admired by all religions
Nomadic fits the description, however
So I got no time to decipher linguistics
Nothing default bruh, I'm universal,
the end
Take a seat
Listen quiet
I will teach you something
I am old
You are young
Do not waste your time
I always made the same mistakes
And now regret
see my daughter till a later date
Stick him if its dat time
Wet him like hes Baptized
Young but im old skool
Im still countin magpies
Bros onda road
feel old
Watching a kicker punt it, only time they feel/field goals
I want my pockets fat, thats that Uncle Phil swole
Fresh Prince of Bel-Air Mall,
that we forced to believe in
Is this the system that kills our next of kin
Meanwhile we getting brainwashed by religion now Listen
This always been our
me the Doc say when, say when
(When)
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me
The preacher, he run till he spotted a tree
He said, "Up in that tree's where I oughta be"
By the time that bear made a grab for him
The preacher was a sittin'
bender
Guilty by admission your body's my redemption
Made my own revisions now I'm sad I lost my old religion
If you want me
Say you do
Don't fool me once
There's less money in peace
That's how it's done time after time
Country after country, crime after crime
You pretend it's religion and there's no one
religion so we fight for fun ha
Story same people and the same old song
So life goes on even thou we gat nothing to eat
I can hear the angel whispered in my
Trynna, fill in this distance that's fueled by love
I'm persistent,
A meeting that I'm attendin'
It fueled yo wings, u ascendin'
We in the time
And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop
Shining his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light
A few short words, and what do ya know?
Oh,
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