Lyrics:
know is the great depression
Reading Phillis Wheatley I'm tryna avoid the greedy
Mother Teresa in sneakers, tryna serve the needy
Cool in school, FAMU
me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high
late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away
Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel
And they tortured
where it's sunny at
When she tell you she hanging
I'm where your honey at
A sunken place in my life
I came from under that
Can I really make it out
I used
in the dark
And that's when it strikes me
It's a train
And it's what's keeping us apart
So I'm on the last train
What do you think about (it)
It's
the Hands of the Creator
He blew His life for YOU
You need to know that your life came at a cost
Paid in full when His Blood was shed on the Cross
It's
When we came to the station all the trains were rusty
The doors were open and the windows broken in
There was grass in all the cracks and the air
When the train pulls in the station
You'll be waiting at the track
You're having troubles sleeping nights
And you want me to come back
That old train
back up
Polish your act up, nigga need a back up
Syrup in my cup, no cut, straight up
UG's in the court, never miss a lay up
When the emcees came
always get tripped by a van (skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my bitch, and even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand, I'm
I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed-out wheels
First class ticket, G-4, you that deal
For
and their mom outnumber me
Looks like they’re up 1 to 3
Every time they drag me in to a lululemon
I’m living my dream surrounded…. by beautiful
in sin
Get high with the folks
Get down in the swim
Don't you walk away
I want you baby
How does it feel
When you're meet her in your home
train,
Like your face in the rain,
Like a star so far away,
You can't know from where it came.
Like the winter snow,
Like the way you know,
By
on a fella that act clever
Train tracks looking graffed with back-to-back letters
But we came to rap and that was back when a
Dj would supply the wax, stage
niggas like Popeye
When I walk by my kicks pop eyes
I got the drums bitch no Popeyes
Eat competition like pot pies
Back in the days when I got high
to miss my train
Just so I could stay with you there
You gave me hope
So I hope, I gave you more
So when you'll be standing in the rain again
It will be
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
thang)
A daughter come up in georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds
Left the plantation when she saw a sign even thought she can't read
It came from god
Got a shit-eatin' grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch,
strong men's necks
When he'd had too many Powers
So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving
And he took the road for God knows in
gotta reap in what I sow
But I keep it what I know
For the ending of the row gotta go will I go
When I get it Imma know to follow my known foe
My caliber
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
from the fame
Y'all the same rappin' bout money and chains
I've been shot in the chest by my brother (ouch)
Dawgs got their bets on the other (what)
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