Lyrics:
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pa**ed by his
me to speak
She said I need a pro, I told her therapy is weak
I could smoke it all away I just need an ounce of w
How you gonna run in circles and try
remember late nights when I slept in my car
Fuck is you talking about
You are not a boss
You sit by your phone and wait on my call
Me and my niggas gon' be
I just wanna start this off by saying thank you
To my family
My mom, my dad
Sisters and brothers
My cousins, uncles, aunts
My grandparents and my
a cousin or a brother
Oh, I can take you through the gutter
My friend is selling dope to his own mother
He wouldn't want her buying it from no one else he
suspended by a dangling chain above your head
Diminishing your value as a market commodity
Being a woman is being seen as an object that belonged in
if there would be tomorrow
Then I saw you and made up my mind
Hey honey don't you know my name by now
I want to be more than just your friend
Hey
is how you cheat death
Give in to the rhythm of your keeper take a deep breath
Surrender to the silence, fall back and close your eyelids
Through faith
yours
Sons of 1984
I can still see the great panorama of hate
Being cleansed by our loving hands
But the brothers broke stride, the sisters cried
But Im just another dude frustrated by other dudes
That dont see that Christ rules I do
Im covered by the blood no piru
Oh you the one but to me God is
.30 by my side, it might leave where you stand (yeah)
I ain't got no friends, I'm too focused on the bands
I ain't got no friends (yeah yeah), I
Like the radio songs that make us sing along
'Cause the beat is real heavy and the hook is real catchy
Make you nod your head steady, and you don't
Pass me up another bottle
I'm gonna drown inside of my sorrows
Tired of love but she's back on my mind
Hope I forget by tomorrow
By tomorrow
Listen here
the sterile gardens, life is on pause, here it is
No can do this, no can do that
What the hell can you do, my friend?
In this place that you call your town
No
Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong
You're enchained by your own sorrow
In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
How I hate to see you like this
as Bernie B. on 9-1-7 Bass
And G.I. Joe, who has the girls by the row
He always gets cased 'cause his game is gettin' slow
And last but not least,
Omen
Now I feel like I'm killing, you can't stop
Fightin' the feeling, you gon' lose
This shit is easy, I told you, baby
I told you shawty gon' pop
of lyrics
And I'm almost done!
What did you say? You want to be friends?
Pal lease, I knew it'd happen
Sans just stop it with the puns!
This day is great,
as weak
Our brother's love is all they're missing
So stand beside, before and behind your loves
Not just your lovers but your kin
This fight ain't nearly
on my push and pull
My cup is super full
Play by nobody rules
Been known to eat my food
Oh please don't push my buttons
I'll drop you where you stand
No
It makes me very happy tonight
That my family is here singing and praying with me
And at this time I would like to introduce to you
My brother
because I will rebel against
Any oppressor, and this is known as self defense
I show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic
But when the shit gets
Take man's gal and her best friend off 'em
Make her whine for the brother with her pants down floor
Respect man, when mannaman set man proper
When it
your objective
People gone try to bring you down so with your friends be selective
Yeah, I mean those lessons learned
So many times I was worried about
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