Lyrics:
Tryna' turn our voices up,
And the government tones us down.
Now that gas is goin' up,
And the hood is goin' down.
So the hood is comin' fo' ya'
In
Please look at this tragedy you can do nothing about.
Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day, lull’d by the moonlight have all passed away.
Our lofty
also speak of roses wilting by the end of the day
I keep thinking this is the real thing
But I guess the queen will always be painting roses
To look
Powered by the vision of what I'll become after
Putting in the hours and days
The nights fade away but one thing remains my God answers
All the prayers
By just saying great job, but shows us by what they pay
This ain't utopia or hopium, this our day to expose 'em
And let 'em know that this time we
to get by
And we're feeling on top cause' we opened our minds
It's J. Fish
Your light-skin excellency
I was downing LSD and then I battled insanity
I
the mighty voice of God
It said “tell Pharaoh, clear and strong,
to let My people go”
Soon may our freedom come
To bring us liberty, peace and fun
One day
a lot smarter
By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter
And every day while slaves were being slaughtered
(Saciano)(verse)
Solo in the fast lane,
Burning up that gas man,
Split a brick of that propane,
Don't even know her first name
Living my life it's
split the time like it was a zipper
Like we never forget but we never remember
We keep starting from nothing to fuel our tempers
Like we stuck in a loop
in Jesus' name.
Tryna' turn our voices up,
And the government tones us down.
Now that gas is goin' up,
And the hood is goin' down!
So the hood is
of a hearse
Parallel parked
In front of my window
Death waits patient
Our souls in limbo
Think about life
It was all so simple
Back in the day
Before it hit
break gets us going
We cruising on a patio deck with our untanned necks
Expect the first drops of sweat from light of the day
First High Life crushed,
and wreckin' fools
Try disrespecting, my Smith and Wesson is endin' you!
And I ain't changed since back in the day (back in the day!)
Get your shit split
November 30th, 1999
No sunshine
The body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops
Nearby, somebody got shot
But parties don't stop
Or we fly out to the Bay Street area for days
I can't let us come so vacant with tear stains all on our face
If you need my hand just grab it cuz we
Finding a way, hide it away, waiting for change,
Things are the same,
Moneys to blame, they blinded by fame,
Back in the day, you carried your name,
and Hearst they thinkt hey got us.
Do they got us?
//Newsies//
NO!
//Jack//
Even though we ain't got hats or badges,
We're a union just by sayin so!
back darker
Knowing myself
Feeling my roots a little bit harder
1980 Year that God made me
89 I started to get by
99 I started to write rhymes
back darker
Knowing myself
Feeling my roots a little bit harder
1980 Year that God made me
89 I started to get by
99 I started to write rhymes
it's all a game and we're insane
But now our road splits up, will we cross someday?
I can never tell
So bring me back to the, back to the, back
days
In 7 nights in the days and it's our Vegas
We rolling circles and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then
I'll bring her
me
Me being by myself just made a catastrophe
But I wish I had your advice cuz these days I’ve been feeling week
We all know our love is made to borrow
melted off, we went up in flames
Now we're nothin' but bones
Yeah we're one in the same
Our skin was flayed by glass and steel
I gave 'em one last look
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