Lyrics:
You think that I don't feel love
But what I feel for you is real love
In other's eyes I see reflected
A hurt, scorned, rejected
Love child, never
the streets burning, this is a street sermon
That's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honey
We out here chasing money, jacked by G and running
That's
the streets burning, this is a street sermon
That's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honey
We out here chasing money, jacked by G and running
That's
play, Chris Childs play, this is grown man rap
Posted by the bar holding a scotch
Don't know what time it is, you got too much gold on your watch
what you holdin'?!
You'll be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen
Queens get jacked by the king of spades
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face
crawl and hit rock 'n' roller
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just ???, so this is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is
This kind of shit makes me wonder, wonder
(Mama why it gotta be like this, mama why it gotta be like this)
(what is freedom? what is freedom?)
This
You think that I don't feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never
this fly
Once a man, twice a child
From mama's boy to preschool to college to now employed
Now you on, got your first crib, she's having your
on low-rider bikes
Cat named Russel Simmons got blessed in Good Night
You done fucked up like cripwalkin by Suge Knight
"That's what happens when you reach
him sooo yeah
Drive-by
He chose what was best for his child's life
He got hit twice ain't see it comin now he fly high
Caught lackin down bad left his
Chorus
[Verse 2]
What a world what a world that we live in
People try to steal your babies and drugs is what is given
To a child by a child it's the style
what they be asking us
White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up
Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up
Live it up, hold
nobody knows what shape he takes this stage I'm on gets repossesed by vigilantes acting bored the mindless fan wants my dress and I can't tell which one is
Just for the child stopped by
Dear child...
I wish you a merry Christmas
All your dreams should be fulfilled
Let me give you this present
To see what's
never let you go
I will never, could never let you go
Cause' you are my child
Don't you understand
I am, the Great I am
And everything you need it is
is on fire getting high higher Gypsy child
All this pressure All this pain keep my game tight fuck the fame
All this pressure all this pain
Mercy
on the bottle
Drowning in your sorrows
Till you hit rock bottom
Tell me why are we
Committing self-genocide?
Entlek what the hell
Is up with the femicide?
Tell
don't know what you mean
I am a child
And these thoughts are not something I do not but smile at
What have you to fear?
Yet you surely then know this
learned by himself what is to be a man
I know, he is such a phantom
'Cause he left me when I was a child
I grew up all alone
And I hope I won't hurt your
know who the fuck I am
Yet bitches like "This is fresh" Goddamn!
My lips is crusty, my feets is musty
Lift up my nutz, and my itch is dusty
I
know who the fuck I am
Yet bitches like "This is fresh" Goddamn!
My lips is crusty, my feets is musty
Lift up my nutz, and my itch is dusty
I
Tenement Slum
You Think That I Don't Feel Love
But What I Feel For You Is Real Love
In Other's Eyes I See Reflected
A Hurt, Scorned, Rejected
Love
only know what we immediately and personally interact with
As we are the absolute center of our own universe
This is where the myth of self comes to be
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