Lyrics:
I didn't have to give into sin
I needed something to believe in
So I wander the world on my own
With open arms
We sat by the river, turning water
full of emotions so when you sip
There's a red velvet tux and it's grabbing you by the hips
But what you scared for you already here so
You know what you
what can we do?
If only there were someone who could help us through?
I have come from the city of Naples
I have come to save your people
I know
soft.
I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.
I got on the microphone and what do you see?
Way back in the 50's - you never said a wrong word
People were clean - people were mean
Children should be seen, but children should be not heard
From a city where you only see graffiti
By the time boy meets world he Mr Feeny
Say what's up to my sister Phylicia call her Fifi
She on the Sugar
children are dying but they are holding firm
and we must support them.
YOUNGER BROTHER
It was winter in New York
As the snow began to fall.
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
scared
Pistol by the bed
With the infrared
A thoroughbred
I think they be scared
They think I'm a rob em
If i got money whats the problem
I was riding
believe in me we gone... See better days
Know these niggas gone hate
I'm tryna get to the cake
Im tryna get to this money so tell me... what does it take
around me could benefit from silence.
This song is my enemy, watch how I become it.
Cradled by mystery and make believe,
I am fully(?) in the other
to the putting green
Now he's got a picture in his head of the perfect wife
Their perfect children, their perfect life
Nothing wrong with that
Coming home
Yeah
Ugly, ugly, ugly
Ugly, ugly
Ugly, ugly, ugly
In my city dodging poverty
We're anomolies, no apologies
No tomorrow promised, in honesty
In my
Pippen
I got me some thousands, I'm aiming for millions
So I can get rich and take care of my children
Them hoes hit my line when I'm in the city
She text
away
The hemlock is programmed
By freaks made of clay
Where nightmares and children shall play
The snowbirds are singing in symphonic sounds
The silence
and not by sight/believe it really works/you looking feeling rich/but tell me what your soul is really worth/in after life/where you feel you going when you
the problems they've created
Time to employ crticle 5
So get on your feet
cnd stand up for what you believe
(Stand up for what you believe)
We're a force
a ghetto boy
So know
I can't be stopped
No matter what y'all throw at me
I block the shot
I'm not a devil
But a rebel
Mouth embellished
With gold
They
In the hardstone city where the dust gets in your eyes
Pa he's out drinking and there's children crying
Ma sits by the washing, she don't know what
These Children live what they learn
So I'm teaching mine not to limit her mind
To Look beyond the stars since these are the times
Spliff lit god I'm
got too many
The only gold I keep is on the shelf in my Emmys
I teach the whole world full of children I can tell
You call yourself 'T' cause you're too
Call it the ex-cop diaries
Of the travelling hierarchies
Needle-nose executive-suite
It's conjecture milord
But I believe he does cocaine
This man
pack the blicky
Smoke em in the back by the woods
No Halloween treat or it get tricky
Roadman Roadman Roadman Roadman Roadman i'm in the city
Please
My heart cold first bitch yea she turned on me showed me what it was so a nigga had to learn from it
It’s just the city of the Lou these hoes snakes
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