Lyrics:
Scott concert
Ten people died, thousands got hurt (damn)
Thinkin' bout that 9 year old that's the saddest part
You know Uncle Murda love the kids,
and sing and they think I'm a star but every time I look down at my old guitar
I know I'm just six strings away from that same ol' plow
I drive a new Royce
the old Chuck Berry's - 78's and all
I sat by my record player
Playing every note they played
I watched them all on TV
Making every move they made
heard Culture on the island of Gorée, international urn
I was twelve years old, still could have gone ofay
So bless that day
And damn the last three
When I was six years old I broke my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled
these niggas they
Gettin' what's got popped by Aquarius
The nigga come and gut you
Lord to the infamous, killin' the
Future bounty hunter
Niggas
by force
I'm a government hunter - since the survey formed up
The cattlemen pay me my dues
They're tired of the slaughter goin' down every night
I
court for the winter
And they marry in the spring
The most beautiful bride
This old town has ever seen
He builds her a cabin
Down by the lake
With tulips
the front row
And the three times that I heard just this week that my words
Were sang by three year old
Hairbrush for a microphone
Little girl with
dragged in the mud, I'm called a prostitute
They Don't even know me but they want to stone me
I was raped when I was 6, 12 and 18 years old
And yet
planned it.
She’s years of braids and ponytails
Pink lemonade, and fairytales
And today she is a bride
And she’s six years old inside
Her mother’s eyes
planned it.
She’s years of braids and ponytails
Pink lemonade, and fairytales
And today she is a bride
And she’s six years old inside
Her mother’s eyes
blow
7 I wanted my dough to grow
6, Couldn't wait to grow real old
5 I wanted some gold
Age 4, realized the world is cold
But year 3, I was the mvp
a cell
See my two year old nephew
I swear I was holding him well
Til he cried, and he cried, and he cried
I had to scold him and yell
Ya know one thing led
Yeah, this is a story
About my four years in high school
An important chapter of my life
Let's take it back
It all started in the year of 2014
When
Steadily you work flow, heavily you know, so you nah stop
No time, no time for ya dear
Now she gotta a six year old
Trying to keep him warm
Trying
and Deliver?
Or was it Down by the River?
Were you singing a fine old tune like Gone to Glory?
Laying it down with grace and power
Long about the midnight hour
other's skins
Even though she's crying
He thinks about men
His friend guesses what I'm up to
A telephone call is made
A life is torn up by the roots
Tea is
niggas want?)
Had his old reliable thirty-eight gun in his reach
It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak
He running around like life's
when I'm fightin'
I don't see your love 'round here, got
Six years on this stage I'm here
More years on this earth I spun, still
Lovin' you like you
into a six by eight steel cabinet
Flippin' weights readin' ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
Those who haven't learnt get returned
albino
You fucked little kids pedo Michael
40 years old, 10 years old
Disowned by his own family for
Touching 3 year old
Boys robbed McCartney of his
of course I's gone a lot
And after about six years I got home one day and found my wife and little boy gone
I couldn't find out what happened nobody seemed
And he caught his death of fusiliers,
With his rent in his rears./Give him six years.
'Tis sore pity for his innocent poor children
But look out for
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