Lyrics:
glorify guns
& Gain respect by jumpin' on corners
& Dumping at you, cops just jump in action
Trigger happy but nobody's gun is smiling
When somebody's son
Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis
They all three fucked each other
To make new hit's
You got faggot
We got your sparkling gloves and diapers
Shit-eater michael's
The answer has always been art
This hidden messages of all time
Were made by those who rhyme their spells
The hidden messages are in art that's on your walls
your daughter is my meaning clear?
My mother looks in horror at the compromise we made
But the Mayor's rueful smile says the piper must be paid
I
Open your eyes ya best believe it. Mr. Ahmad
Ahberry is now deceased. I can't stop grieving. It's easy
for a white man to kill a black man in vain but
The more I find my voice the more they try to make it harder
Mom and dad don't forget, to warn your sons and daughters (it's all real)
About
breath
Using up your valuable oxygen
My hand popped up out of the dirt
Crawling out with broken wrists that don't even hurt
My blood won't squirt it's
But I'm fierce as the cyclone winds that blew through Kansas
Have your clan stranded on the enchanted land of Gumas Azubar
Gem blue star, razor blade
your words
You'll grow like me, like father like daughter
Like father like son, you're both still the one
So forget about all the things that hurt you
Guns I would bust them
But just for fun could see
Me son I'm all muscle
I don't need the medals to
Settle shit things better bitch
Cause your own bed
white
She picked up her daughters body but she felt there was no life
She looked to the heavens and then she cried
All alone but her voice shook
At my worst
You wanted to call me Yours
Because You're too good
You're too good to me
You laid down Your child
To have us as sons and daughters
wasn't my grandfather
Eugene had been the one to give my granny her first daughter and first son
Sums up a lot, but let me tell you the plot
Of how this
can just plead the fifth,
Been a son to the mothers and a brother to the sisters
And I love you like your blood but you never come to visit
Distant sons
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
people to get it off your chest
I'm explicit, but being explicit is who I is
So define me as a d***, but a d*** that is erect
Blood rushing to the tip
Every man was free
To live the way he chose to live
And be who he could be
Some of them were farmers there
And tilled the frozen soil
But all they
I'm not fucking spitting
All right, but
Need to start asking yourself
What would Jayden do whenever you get into A dilemma
Better to be inspired by
yeah, we can all grab at the chance to be handsome farmers
Yeah, you can have twenty-one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
And the pain
things going on in this world I Don't know if she ever could prosper
A whole lotta daddies don't bother, but
I put myself on the roster
All of my daughters
nuts
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, hoes down
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found
Blood, I'm
the choppers
Probably die as a young nigga
Codeine all up in the pineapple Fanta
Probably die as a young nigga
Keep your eyes on me baby (buck, buck, buck)
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
my song
Brain damage
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted
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