Lyrics:
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
. on Sundays, when to the court to get more time, came back with twelve-noon on Saturdays to five p.m. on Sundays, plus child support fought for a year, had him
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
To her friend to her father
The story of her father's scar
The girl who made her feel dumb
The girl who was hit by the car
The air felt perfect on her skin
to make it
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm
kids on the map
Smoking weed to relax forever
Searching for a map to a place where they ain't under attack
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock
Cut spleen, punctured liver and four broken ribs
I'm worried that he might die before I have the chance to forgive him
For the shit that he did
a chairman (diamond)
Rolex beat, it's time for just winning, no fakes
Just copped more 4 5's and 9s, I ain't talking bout no J's
Please be afraid but I
switched his
Contacts out for glasses
And changed into what looks like board shorts
And another Supreme hoodie
This one maroon it's 9 pm on a Friday
As we
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
child in a shack with no shoes on my feet
4th child of 6, it's 5 boys and a girl
At a young age, I knew that it's a lot of pain in this world
As I got
it mean that music is to
Blame did we look for James Huberty's
Inspiration when he gunned down people
At McDonald's? What did
Timothy McVeigh like
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
It's 11:45pm
And I'm making music wit Jack again
This project
Or whatever it's going to be
Means a lot
Jack
Early in the morning sky
The cloud paints
like that good shit, man, always in rotation
Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations
Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm
got 22 years
The father of the child got a life sentence for influencing
And manipulating the mother
Into being the abusive mother she'd become
My
once again, all he ever wanted to do
Was spread a message
Of equality, for every man, woman, and child
Regardless of race, religion
Color, creed,
but never convicted
Prozak, King Gordy, Tecca Ninna Self Inflicted
ACCESS DENIED(4x)
(Tech N9ne)
I don't make my music for no mother fucking whites
I
niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
to
School for theater i took
Four years of my life and
Devoted it to theater
I did that because my passion was
Acting when I started rapping, i
Felt like I
me endangering
never knew it too busy sharp shooting
little fishes don't get caught by this harpoon bitch
it�s just music meet my instruments
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