Lyrics:
Sometimes I feel like John in patmos when he saw you
Cuz I see the end so clearly and it's all you
If my repentance needs a witness then I got a few
Through my life seems I've seen thousands of my brothers felled
By bullets in their face or life sentences in jail
Who are they to decide our lives
makes waste, don't trace to other places
We're all the same but with different faces
Yeah D, and everywhere I go I see faces
Faces sweatin' you
were thousandaires
Had a brand new boat and a Frigidaire
And all us kids in our underwear were jumping on a trampoline
A bunch low lives living
Yo biz, let's send this out to the Propmaster Cool DJ Red Alert
Bring the beat in, Todd
Yeah, this is how we're doing it for the '93, we're
and then John Gage's farm.
They cut his fences for their fires although the day was warm.
They bound my brother Isaac up and took him from his home;
They
flicks in it
But I'm not a pornstar, I hit the OnStar
I'm tryna find me some wet
Pussy and a long jaw
Fantastic, I'ma damn bastard
21 guns like I'ma damn
father and mother and the disciples who were with him, and went in where the child was. 41 He took her by the hand and said to her, “Talitha koum!” (which
Indie Tribe is definitely on the move
(You know)
Look, yeah how good it is when all
My brothers dwell in unity
Debut on the way but yo the
King
Pray that you miss the
Boat to Babylon
Black man we gonna
Rise again
Black youth you better rise your head
Shackled up on my feet for
So long
Black
your eyes and you'll see what I see
Brothers are fallin, homegirls are callin
Themselves independent, but yo, we're all in
The same boat together, it
We're in the age of supermen
The world was ruled by the Fab Four
For seven glorious years or more
Never again see their like for sure
So many classics
say go ad infinitum
So space is impossible, right
Wow, is that cool
I don't know
Maybe what do I think
Maybe time is the same way for an hour to go by
for Ray
And your love for Ye then we used to debate
'Bout how your partners in the industry thought I still sold yay
We were both geeked up by doin'
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
we speak country
Some folks don't understand our twang
But from where I'm sitting
We're all in the same John boat
Trying to stay afloat
Y'all
written, like rooms in a prison
The latter is all that they seem to be given the time
Ironic the same one that you can not climb
Up out of the hood like
Forever Mine
My pops would blast Bob Marley like it's a party
In the kitchen my moms dancing while she did the laundry
My brother G was playing rap music in
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass
the pond myself on more than one occasion
I’ve been laying in that mud, surrounded by old tires and rusty refrigerators
Things were as bad as they have ever
Chorus:
(Mad brothers know his name) (Yeah, it's him again) Repeat 4x
Lord Finesse got something for your eardrums
Back on the scene, long time, no
walking, as long as we're together
Listen to some music, maybe just talking, get to know you better
'Cause you know I've got
So much that I wanna do, when
A-learning how to live by the golden rule
That was long ago and I'd like to say
I love you in the same old way, uh-hah
I love you in the same old way
Ho!
got a crew
They break his moms furniture, watching Comicview
Got babies by different ladies high smoking L's
In the same spot he stood since,
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