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as a seamstress at the Levi's factory (Mojado)
My dad worked construction laying concrete for his family

Since I was sixteen I've been working representing

Things Ain't What They Used to Be

Master P

Ice Cream Man

1996

homies bangin' ,no respect for the American flag
But they kill over that blue and red rag

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Master P]
I remember back in the day

the American Dream
Life aint always what it seems, my younguns
Please believe strugglin, always provokes the hustlin
To that we accustomed
You get acquainted

The Rule Won't Die

Ja Rule

Rule 3:36 [Clean]

2000

Been menacing this society since conceived
And nigga you know cold hearts don't bleed
Still they, pray for eternity, never seein' tomorrow
They just,

and illusion

The result of strain and fractured remedies
That society prescribed to keep the cogs of the machine well-lubricated
There was nowhere to turn,

and delusion, the result of strain and fractured remedies
That society prescribed to keep the cogs of the machine well-lubricated

There was nowhere to turn,

and illusion

The result of strain and fractured remedies
That society prescribed to keep the cogs of the machine well-lubricated
There was nowhere to turn,

that to me  dog... 

All I can tell you to do is watch out for them laws and keep your nuts up... 

K Rino know you ain't no punk  man... 

See,

Cranes are slowly moving
Oh rest in peace
City who are you building for
Concrete blocks your movements
Calms my mind
Please don't transform your delight

prospered are growing quite old
For all of your life, they've taken from you
The rights of the few, are about to come due
And everything they've known, will

And fox news lies as we, protest in the streets
I know there ain't no I in team but I been eyein a different society
Where we trade cries for peace for

of his troops
And yes we're gunna rain hellfire on treasonous devils
And stomp their brains into the concrete
Free humanities reign will not be in vain

on his back
On his back on his back
Several bullets blood leaking from his vain
Man, God, Please
All this hate living in society 
Mike Freddie Will