Lyrics:
no particular guiding star
In my professional opinion
I'm no more satisfied than you are
So, what in the world are we whispering for?
Everyone's
December 6, 1876.
From their union, ten children were born:
James Henry
Cornelia
Mary Elizabeth - my Grandmother
Lucinda
Virginia Miranda
Clement Jerome
children found, killed by priests and nuns
2021 ain't no motherfucking fun
Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns
Covid fucked up business, families running
dreams, don't sell your children's souls, don't poison the world,
You can't sail the river Styx on a briefcase of money attached to your dick,
At the office
For I the lord thy God am a jealous God
Visiting the iniquities of the fathers upon the children
Until the 3rd and 4th generation of them that hate
the world a better place
We'll never forget all the love that you shared
All the hearts that you touched, all the ways that you cared
All the children you
of the people who don't like turbans
I was living in the West Wing while you were professional wrestling
You got skin like Russian dressing
From too much Russian
give 'em what you got
Wrestling with the giants, Jake and the beanstalk
Invest in the heavens, I know you want a lot
Potholes, fishing lines, you keep
commitment to making a positive impact on the world around her are evident in everything she does. Whether through her charitable work, her professional
From a city where you only see graffiti
By the time boy meets world he Mr Feeny
Say what's up to my sister Phylicia call her Fifi
She on the Sugar
arguing and bustling
Gangstas of Gotham hardcore hustling
I'm wrestling with words and ideas
My ears is pricked, seeking what will transmit
The scribes
Catch a jab kiss it and throw it back
Science is sweet and questional
This is Irief Jamal, unique professional
Blessin' you a hundred mill flow
Steel
and hit and I never quit it
I might fuck the world
cnd bless all my children
I might leave this earth with more than was given
I might pray to god
of the world
You know, the paper says, everybody says
The greatest team in the history
Of professional wrestling today
I guess you could say we are
The in crowd,
It was always me versus the world
Until I found it's me versus me
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Just remember what happens on earth
It was difficult to navigate the world as a homeless teenager. My father was right. It was hard. And the world was tough. I think about this time in
tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uh, all you niggas my lil' rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
That's why the world's flying flags white black red and green
Because we stand with humanity
Against the longest occupation that the world's ever seen
overstocked tables
As the world outside grew sodden and mauled
Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes
to be abused and misconstrued
See it's just not about me but about you too
Living in a world with unwritten rules
Where we all are looking like fools
When
it's just not about me but about you too
Living in a world with unwritten rules
Where we all are looking like fools
When somebody tells you
That
You can
Why is the world we live in not so great?
Is this really our destined fate?
My fires are building, and they should be condemned
And I know
hardcore hustling
I'm wrestling with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seeking what will transmit
The scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no
niggas
Tarter or plaque, nigga? What do you choose?
Simply irrelevant, mhm, cynical, evident
Please, wrestling evidence, keys
Moving when definite
Sole
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