Lyrics:
impressed day by day
With how you learn to live
I'm most thankful for the love
You help me learn to give
I learned to love myself
Because you love me for who
Sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place that I lived at,
and how what it was I can’t get back,
world screaming “where Brooklyn at”,
we never
the third world
Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer
Spittin' Gem Stars words in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life, so I live by my word
Never
see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club wit the chrome
While
some caffeine
And the 'Narrow stairs' album by the band
Death Cab for Cutie
I fear that eventually, someone will shoot me
A loop of that scene from
of the very foundation of America and what it is supposed to be which is a vibrant and ever changing democracy by and for the people and should be
and looked at
me and said "Be careful what you wish for - it might
come true, for the face of death wears the mask of
the King of Mercy." I asked her if she
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
breezin'
By like freeano wax
It's free a no tax, what we came to offer
All swift to revert artist plus
Flame came to spark ya
J-Silas is stylin for God
Plus
never die, live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don't shed a tear for me, nigga, I ain't happy here
I hope they bury me and send me to my rest
Headlines
Life is too beautiful
To kill the innocent
All of us too blessed just
For a chance to live
Each moment we laugh
And fall in love
It makes it all
a vulture
I'ma tha man for tha culture
Smoked a gram as I woke up
Don't give a dammit
Get back handed
For tearing my roaches
We some presidents nigga
Know you
strikes him like lightning
He's off like the flash for a cab to the spot by the docks
He won't get no help from the cops
The family bought them, and all who
hectic!
What an incredible sound
The President's down
The crowd distracted by the sounds of 3 rounds
Some say 2, but who's counting?
While Lee bouncing out
been shackled by Western culture
You convinced most of my people to live off emotion
That's why we competitin'
Death by the chrome barrel, forgot
3pm, one afternoon, not much witness
Gun down by a bullet, that wasn't
Meant for him, this world is so insane
I have to live my life, everyday looking
for a label switch
They psych it I put the roof up on top of this bitch
Guess what like tony ?
They forgot I used to ? around that clock
Lord
from the human body
With a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds"
"What's the matter with y'all, I'll spatter ya'll,
yeah
'Cause what I'ma tell them when the time get here
I'm dyin' from asphyxiation from the weight of the world
While in the waitin' room, waitin' for
to the security officers and the people who say they went to war for the country and became disabled
Even the officers who say they are the protectors of our lives
Live and I die by the code
My niggas ride by the code, die for the code
Shut up, did time for the code
If the folks pack up and say they come get me
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
numbers I bagged
Then caught a cab back
To Jamaica Ave by the library
Seen the part of shabazz
New New York New York York York
(all to those who live in
infancy
Most work and don't learn what it is to be
What is to be one with the symmetry
I woke up covered in sweat, motionless stuck in my bed
Death I'm
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