Lyrics:
of crime
Had no time for the growing stage
He learned his values on the streets at an early age
Watch for police, don't come home (why?)
'Cause mama's
queen
And who could tell she'd get
Pregnant at an early age?
She didn't listen, had sex
Watch her belly raise
Hey, got violated by someone she dated
If
page
Young Man Shot, Cause of Death: Old Age
(Always strapped and eager to peel a cap)
(Slammed the child on the hard concrete)
(Always strapped
something new.
New age, I'm gonna destroy you, after what you put me through.
I'm still gonna be alive when you're through this time.
New age, I don't
my vision
Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
West side flourishin' again, this what 2Pac envisioned
Obama freein' lifers
We'll never go out of season
You'll die in this concrete grave you dug
Toy with Huggy and you get your hug
I see you reliving the times
When you would
tweet me so we can link
See I been your age, you ain't been mine
Feels like I was born a second time
This rhyme I wrote took a long ass time
Leave that
of the kids'sad song
In our city grows a bomb
In this wasteland they've bred a new age
Crammed together like rats in a cage
They've built a time bomb that
age out the Good Ole Days are gone
CH
Here’s to the hand that swings the hammer pours the concrete and bends the steel
To the hand that steers
Halls of the stone tower in the foothills
Why should we hide from anyone?
Held you in my arms for the first time that day
Felt like God's anointed
the white
But now the tale of the black shoe shine boy’s life is told
Throughout the age of black culture and lasts life times
Our histories hidden within
feel a storm a-coming
The winds of change are blowing strong
Son, I'm afraid when the good old boys age out
The good old days are gone"
It wasn't twenty
I'm a Beast , I got beats
There's times when i was trodded on when i trodded on this concrete
I've slept out on these mean streets, then hit the mic
Time Traveler
[Verse 1]
In the cosmic tapestry, where stars align,
A lone wanderer travels, through the sands of time
Through the epochs and the ages
swallow
Hope I fall on a pillow
Looking below on the street
I'm gonna bit the concrete
The time's slow, heartbeat low
But know my flow keeps going on
I'm
Yeah this ya homie DJ Crisis
Concrete Magazine We Eatin over here my nigga
I said mothafuck a diet, I been there tried it
I don't want a piece I
By the water
By the walls
Shimmering
Partitioning
I'm drawn
Into a time
Into a place
My own concrete lake
In which to swim
Or to drown
I haven't
the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,
A turn of the page
And never looking back
First time I saw you just knew I had to
Stand up straight and act my age
You kept calling and I kept falling
Back
Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air
There'll come a time I'll wanna know I was here
Names on the doorframes, inches and ages
Handprints in
the time for change
In the shadows of progress we all lie
It's the age of progress
It's the time for change
In the shadows of progress we all cry
Long time
motherfucking time, nigga
This is not ever gonna stop, nigga
Do you hear what I'm tryin' to say to you motherfuckers?
Space age means this shit is gonna last
your in-eternal sole
That's been dragged through every puddle
On the concrete commute
To the meatpacking job of your dreams
Whose only job it is
To fabricated gods
The monuments we leave
Will crumble over time
All whats left of us
Another narrow line
The age of man the anthropocene
An era of extinction
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