Lyrics:
the soldiers I see him slain
It's one by one my seven sons
In front of my eyes cut down
For keeping to the Torah laws
I pay with my warm blood now
My name is
I miss all the bros and them Saturday sends
Wish I could go run it back all again
Wish I had known it would actually end
Just live in the moment
And you said
How bout we take a different way
This path is too run down
Follow the light up the hill
Your home will be found
Your home will be found
for the explanation in which she owes
Jay runs down the hill to a house and rung the bell Yo bro what sup his older brother started to yell Jay ran
run
Oh God, let it run!
And now it purrs just like a kitten
It roars just like a lion
(Roar!)
(What?)
It runs just like a temple golden
Carved by
of ?:
'I like to start off by saying that prison is truly a living hell
It is a place where love and compassion are looked upon as weaknesses
my instincts
I used to run up every hill
To dive the deepest ocean
Exhausted by the current
And now there is
Nothing else than this call
And now there
why,
I'm not looking back, because I am back on my own track
Put your shoes on, let's go for a run,
move your feet, run to the beat,
come with me, just
How many times have I saw them yutes and cheffed man quick like gourmet food
Any time that I run man down, I'm pissed when they get away
I hope one
There is a house by the sea
Two jealous sisters, they're waiting for me
And one is laid on the floor
And one is changing the locks on the doors
me
My breath is wasted
So pour the liquor
Dreams of a grammy
Ain't dreaming nomore
Pose for the picture
Dad hold his sister
His mother hands him
and yeah I'm talking muscle, muscle
Now I'm in the game I'm feeling like I'm Russel, Russel
For my lil sister lord please save and rest her soul
For my
alive
(Whoa-oh)
See if it lives up to the hype and all
Turn around, through the stream, just over the stones
O'er the hills, in the fields, middle
Check it, check it, check it, check it!
This here for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go
Here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick
Out the Trenches to the hills
Bet she won't
I bet she will
And she gon strip for those same bills
Now it's showtime
Hit it once
Then hit both times
You worship the sun and you're aching for change
But you keep starving your heart
You used to have sisters
You don't anymore
You worship the sun
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
blood that run through ya
So I'm a talk to my lil man about his future
I ain't gotta plant poison and self destruction in his brain
Just for him
on
Feezy where dem' hoes at?
Titty all the dro' gone?
D my sister Shawnna man I hope shouts support her
And tell me niece Carma I would die for her father
1 for my people that be lookin from the side and
2 for my people that be patient for their time but
3 for my people who can do it by theyself and
4
hope on the other side
Brothers and sisters, if you are down and out, old Brother Jack has a story for you today
Brothers and sisters, if you’re floating
gotta call for you to u pick up
Lenses on a camera
I'm seeing the bigger picture
Next day I get a call from her sister she gotta whisper
I ain't
bless me
Throw me like three bags of sess
For real from the Killah Hill locked and caged in
We're sworn representatives, we actin' like made men
bless me
Throw me like three bags of sess
For real from the Killah Hill locked and caged in
We're sworn representatives, we actin' like made men
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