Lyrics:
Afro-fuji on the weekend
You become all what you see
A black kid in London city
Raised by an African queen
Shout out to her and the community
South east
on doggin me
They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs
KJLH, you ain't about nuttin
You just a bunch of punk bourgeoise black suckers
and this one's for
even the original gun charge
Which has haunted him
Now for years, is a matter of context as he
Sees it "My dad got killed in South Philly
" he explains
man
Flickin' Starter coats, man
Man, you don't know, man
We don't care what people say
This is for my niggas outside all winter
'Cause this
extends
Beyond my home
It never ends
When I am grown
And for the time
That I am here
My yeshiva sees I'm handled with care
Because we're partnered up
YTCTE
This is our future and it starts with a C
It stands for care in the community
And I've got you to care for me
So I can care for you
The north
man
Flickin' Starter coats, man
Man, you don't know, man
We don't care what people say
This is for my niggas outside all winter
'Cause this
used to always tell a nigga, keep your mind on paper
Bitches in your ear, you keep your eyes on paper
'Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch
used to always tell a nigga, keep your mind on paper
Bitches in your ear, you keep your eyes on paper
'Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch
And Range that is not paid for
My cousin from the South said he
Just bought him a house
That lives around his neck
Like a white collar
So why fast forward?
disgraces
Harold in regnum successit
"On your shoulder I'm leaving the care
of my kingdom, my despair"
Incautum donum !
[Harold:] "I command now!"
Line
For fear of red and blue crimes
Do justice come in due time?
They aborted the due processing of Mrs. Du
All because a Joyce Karlin don't care for
real
They don't care about our communities
How can they be talking about what they all this
You know and the hood blah blah blah blah
They don't care
fuck this
It's going nowhere
I appreciate people who stream my song, Black Inmate
It's brought some money to me, that's appreciated
I care for you
If it wasn’t for the village, If it wasn’t for the village (kids)
Village Raised so the streets wouldn’t kill me, I owe my community diplomatic
see me with Boy Better Know
I've got some sort of firearm in the pocket
So if I don't send for the bucky and pop it
Send for the taser
Put it on a pussy
to community college
My parents pay out of pocket
To this day
This is for my immigrants
For my immigrants
For my immigrants
For my immigrants
This is for my
paid police force, look what they do (to da beat!)
Too busy tryin' to scrutinize and slander me
As much as I done did for the community (to da beat!)
couldn't take it no more
She packed up all her shit, said she gon' file for divorce
We left the crib, my momma put her foot to the floor
I was just a kid,
rate is so alarming
I'm rhyming for the good of the people
I care about justice, not what's legal or illegal
I'd rather string 'em up, I don't give
the son has a son
Then his son defies him, that's the way ain't it
But the son is not, blasphemous, we appreciate everything
That father has, done for us
not that classy. Second hot dog reference of the night, keep track and get ready for the trifecta. But I get in the Uber, I go South Station bus
to us
We don’t care about our origin.
I see the world done
Multicultural, multicultural, multicultural-ooouh
Multicultural, multicultural,
welcome down south of the border
I don't believe in turfs or a section
I believe in community
Where anybody can walk good without protection
I believe
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