Lyrics:
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my
world is not my home
Lord save us bring us all home to your throne
And for the umm uhh people that don't know what's going on
I ain't talking bout sean
my first flight, uhh was delayed
So I lost my connection
And the only thing that they offered me is a flight to Fort Lauderdale
So I got it
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
Betta not violate on my turf
Nigga yesterday just died like that
Ain't no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't seen shit
Pull up
paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around back
Betta not
Betta not violate on my turf
Nigga yesterday just died like that
Ain't no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't seen shit
Pull up
Lauren
Her and the car foreign
Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
Where my nigga Jim Jones at?
affirmations
And all is good
I am a smart person
I invest my money, to make it work for me
I do not work for money
I make money work for me
I give away clothes,
right)
Yeah
And and this one is goin out to my man 2Pacalypse
Cause we been all around the world
And it's still the same song
(Do my thing)
The shit I'm around, I don't think it's a waste (yeah)
They said that I was ugly now everything in my life is beautiful (beautiful)
Back in the day, every
Gorbachev tear down this wall
I did not have sexual relations, I am not a crook
Return to your homes
Go back into your homes, there is nothing to fear
Return
Brother Jim was born a man of mystery
Mother Lynn claimed Jim would save the world someday
Little Jim saved souls of cats who'd found their end
By
some questions about this story of hate
If I ask them youll never hear the rest of my story so, I'll wait
On these old maps Tartaria is an empire that
It's not gonna reach down help me out this hole
Didn't take me long to know
From the late nights spent
Sitting by that bed
From the hours spent running
greatest baseball player to ever play the game
He had a voice box, he was the first American to have a voice box
Yeah!, "This is Babe Ruth
The Sultan
Ayo where's my huh I mean, where's my date?
‘Cause if it is today
I see sunshine, I want to play
Fill up my shoes, pit stops Sunoco
Yo mister with
I know that this world is not my home
I know that I must keep pressing on
Lord give me the strength to carry on
I know that I can't do it alone
I
This is it
Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
It’s the Chico
Find me in the hood, not Nemo
It’s THC; this ain’t weed smoke
More bricks then Shaq
In the projects the number one problem is lack of unity
In fact the youth is soon to be trapped in this black community
A father's absence start
myself and I
The other eight of me and mic
Who's aiding me in life?
Not a motherfuckin one
Abandoned by my father
Like my father by his son
I'm coming
I wait
Before you send my boy back home to me
For my eyes are growing dim and I'm longing for my Jim
Please hurry up and let my boy go free
The warden
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
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