Lyrics:
Teach our sons
What if you're walking with your lady where There's cars passing by
I'll stay closer to the street so she ain't likely To die
What if y'all
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
know the house of cards will tumble
Temporary by design
And all the schemes of man will crumble
Are we wasting precious time?
Are we wasting precious
by no more.
[Krayzie:]
Even though the world shows no affection,
you gotta keep it movin, gotta keep on steppin.
The Man Upstairs is our only
spring comes by raindrops
Reminds us of youthful days.
But now it's not rain that water the cane crops,
But the sweat from man's brow;
The substance
To keep our lives going
Pops (pops) where in the world have you gone
I see Momma (momma) by the telephone
Waiting (waiting) but you don't call
Tears
from a woman (yeah, yeah)
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (Why? Why?)
I think it's time to kill for
here man
Spooky Empire's here man
You know I love that fear man
Makes me wanna cheer man
Happens this time of year man
Spooky empires here
We got...
clench my jaw.
We're not giving up. We dip our hands in the pot.
Time has no meaning but it will never stop.
Hunting down the man and the ones that let us
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
and that was the man.
Yes, the glory that was lincoln's never died when he was slain
It's been carried over time and time again
And to the list of honor
Met a man who's vulnerable like me
He cries, he dreams, lets his heart rule his head
So for now, enjoy the ceasefire
The truce between our sides
We
Yea
Chill
I mean for real
It's like cold outside
We got the fire out
Sitting by the tree
You know what it is man
It's Christmas time, it's gifting
you have been touched
By the life of this young
Man and gripped by his death yes
We are forced to hold our
Attention at death today - though in
Our
Sending souls on vacation by the hundred
Lord knows
A Black man's Heaven is a White man's
A Black man's Heaven is a White man's
Anatomy and hateful
shit man
Well, what I'm trying to say my brother
Why, why do we kill each other
Look at our children, what kind of a future
This is the training
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
our home
cnd we are moving back in
The common man feels a lot of pain
The common man feels a lot of pain
But together we can ignite the flame
To take
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
on the map
Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah, I know, man, by himself, taking all
on the map
Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah, I know, man, by himself, taking all
Aw man, know I had to hit 'em with a part three real quick
Let me talk to 'em
I started writing this shit during deep contemplation
Inspired by my
she pregnant and it's mine
I'm thinking she was lying by
The looks on her face
But she started paging me
Like every single day
She said her man going
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