Lyrics:
watching for the ghetto bird
Ain't got no money for college
So all I know is how to sack and how to serve
I be damned if I miss another lick for the chips
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
check be
Rah, I echo, I echo, I echo
The sounds of the ghetto
Future of the retro
Prolly in the metro just so I can get dough
The name is Common but
In a country divided
A system meant for safety becomes heavily one-sided
And if the pace is kept we soon see death so absent-minded
Maybe the world
on the plantation, guns blazin' like Django
I know, you heard it all a million times, huh?
The feelin' gone, now all you hear is rhymes, huh?
George Zimmerman still
blame?
Maybe my pain, dealin' with it by callin' it a phase
These are the last days
Carry no shame, everyday thangs
Went from sellin' cocaine
It's like root beer one of a kind
Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata-niggata-nine
And the clip and the trigga
Muthafuckas try ta play me
I'm smacking up ya shorty back
Gambs' is up, better stack, I bought the truck
I covered that, Ghetto rich still lock them thangs
Money still in mansions
Yeah innuh
And this is a real life story
Somebody's Life Story
BPR
Daddy was a disgrace
Mommy had a cute face
Said it was a mistake
When all this
you are sleeping by the fire
Another day, another sunset I kiss your head
Drift into the world of dreams
I know I'm lucky with my life
Never thought
when it rains
cnd I grab a couple beers with my buddies
When the working week is through
But girl there ain't nothin' in the world
Like coming home
home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human
we are of a single mind, no one is a single thing… Yeah!
George “The Mask” Adams:
I can lead all the nations, take my hand and I’ll take up your fears
and we're still judging by skin
Will we ever win
This world is so far behind
It's like we're back in time
Twisted by design
Hi racists hi
What is your big
dude
He just said it by putting you on it (Soul)
People talk about a soul
To me what we call soul -
The highest expression of ourselves
Is pure love i
to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait 'til real late
And dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up
Ain't
What yo
Just when things seemed the same and the whole scene is lame
I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains till things change
This shit is heavy
Trapped by your control
Don’t know my value cuz I just see
Media broadcasting images of police
Shooting up people whose skin looks
That Only Some Of Us Know
Behind Closed Doors Hooded Figures Reveal
The True Value Of The Dollar Is That Nothing Is Real
How The Few Control The Masses
The old me is dying bury the ashes
Righteous and ratchet
Takin over the world we comin in masses
Righteous and ratchet
We gettin lit strike up the matches
got me fucked up
Life is but a bitch
And in this world man you can't trust her
Chase your dreams
Achieve your goals just don't be stuck up
Live serene
But horror is found
Every night !
Living in the ghetto
With zombies and blood
The horror is real death from above
Here comes the last fighting men
to everybody in the whole world
Just tryin to fight for whats real
To Petrish Lamoumba
Just tryin to fight for whats real
And destroyed by his own people
This
your eyes open, sharp reflexes
Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us
Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars
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