Lyrics:
ave
I used to get money on Georgia ave
You talking get money but what you done lately
Thought of I could be parent to these niggas
But parents could
And I'm so filthy
My friends grow concerned
But I'm not quick to accept what I haven't earned
Georgia's gonna let me shower at her house
Georgia's gonna
they were not concerned.
Burn, Georgia, burn.
Winter brought the snow and a rider down from Franklin with news of how the
war had taken toll
No, you said yesterday that you told the Governor of Georgia, I did, that you were concerned. I had good talk with the governor of Georgia. The other
Today's still like yesterday
Still some kids have no toys to play
We're all concerned but we tune away
Ebelajesi anitusaweti sana
Today's still like
My planet is hurting much
Just as I'm concerned ‘bout us
My planet is hurting much
Just as I'm concerned ‘bout us
You are doing us wrong
Don’t know
concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
and initiating responses to external stimuli. It
is comprised of four lobes: the frontal, which is concerned with speech and
voluntary muscle activity.
no heart on my sleeve?
It might be
Easier
To go
Up
To
The street
What if the television suddenly stopped?
And the lights went out from Georgia
for the church
Once upon a time I was rude, never cared
Always too concerned with the views and the shares
Then I grew up, paid my dues and my fares
So
with uncertainty
Because yours is ours we concerned for you
You got a degree a while back so where's the work for you?
Have you been searchin' through?
ain’t got no perks
Never thought you had the nerve
Got me doing different drugs yeah my parents they concerned
Sorry that I had curve
Got to much up on my
Mother loves to be concerned
Using lessons that she learnt
Fathers never understand
When children have the upper hand
Smiling you did your time at school
concerned
Using lessons that she learnt
Fathers never understand
When children have the upper hand
Smiling you did your time at school
Crying quietly like
Tall trees in Georgia
They grow so high, they shade me so
I'm sadly walking through the thicket I go
The sweetest love I ever had I left
Pop culture ain't concerned with the fact you gone burn
And every thing they teach you I'm just here to unlearn
No rest for the wicked its death
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
was a hedge fund
Sonically I feed you then I dip
With the setting sun
Born my parents’ second son
First one with a fighting chance
Threw it all away
to help us become the people we are - our parents, grandparents and siblings. The final verse looks back on those who have passed and “of whom memory is
So I got my meal and I said my grace
Thinkin bout the next millions that I'll soon make
Lookon at the clock it said deuce square tre
Wit Georgia
(nuttin) guns cocked bustin (bustin)
Whole click shot up, mob style, wasn't
concerned about questions cause I ain't got answers
Nigga we don't talk
the melanin up to the surface of my skin in waves
Back to the daylight
Where it’s seen
Where it belongs
I appreciate the glow
Of Georgia sun and summer songs
I
"Bradley!"
Pushing him over, stealing his lunch
They were a lot bigger and older and such
He didn't like life and his parents were concerned
They tryna give
were never getting older
We could do no wrong, we always had a shoulder
We leaned in and I caved in, my parents taught me
No one I love could love me
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