Lyrics:
day, you may even show your son how
To use it to make potassium nitrate for gunpowder
Funded by friends of ours who's generous
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paint us too
We were born in the American bubble
Unaware of other's trouble
By the luck of the draw
We found ourselves
In the heart of the American dream
I'm gone,
there'll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on.
My troubles are many, they're as deep as a well.
I can swear there
A tatooed madman, I'm hell on wheels
Born a wicked child left alone in the fields
My father was the wind, my mother was fire
Raised by
lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I don't rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose
Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving
It
of relief for you
I am strife and trouble loved by my mother
clthough the circumstances be confusing
I am strife and trouble a burden to my father
c failure
a coroner
Back when crack was enormous
Moved it to Maryland so
That couldn't harm us thinking I was OK
Got in more trouble as I got up that age
And I was
was shackled down with shame
But now I’m not the same
For God has made me to forget
Before the year of famine came my son was born
And twenty years
demand for any hand you can land
And one by one we watch the troubles end
The common decency, now is that still in existence?
A little bit would go, would
when she was born, you might leave her alone
She's trouble homeboy, with a big fat "T"
Little girls like that make old men peek
Then a brother like me
backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga 'Whateve for the cash, im
blood, no time for maxing
Camouflage in the green, my back is arc
Plus you in trouble cause it's after dark
My eyes close like Steve Austin, I got you
sellin' crack
Killin' for the karma, but livin' for my mama
Trouble what the call us
And nothing what they offer
Off 'em, and they wonder why niggas get
sing
Let's open up our hearts, let us lay down our arms
Let's celebrate our new-born King
Let's pray for peace and joy, love and serenity
cs Christmas
you're on the hustle, make it bubble
Clear the trouble
Tryna survive, we out here tryna survive
Tryna survive, we out here tryna survive
I live my
trouble
We were born in the belly of the beast
Children of the East seeking that missing piece
Trying to solve the puzzle
When that cold wind blows
Lord
the troubles
There's nothing that I need
Down by the water
I still believe we were born free
We were born free
Down by the river, the sun is almost set
My
by my side
Even though we can't confide
In ourselves
I've been taken for many a ride
Bad luck with trouble
Now your by my side
Everything I've done
Rides hard times and trouble"
Caught by the hair
Laid down in the open air
Born from the mouth of Absalom
"And on me, on me
Rides hard times and trouble
the weather?
You built for that weather?
Yo, know what'm saying?
Know what'm saying?
You gotta fight for what you believe in
Nobody knows the troubles
but trouble and sorrow
For they quickly pass and we fly away
Who knows the power of your anger?
For your wrath is as great as the fear that is due
trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're just some men that's on the mic
And when we rock upon the mic
We rock the mic (right!)
For all of y'all, keepin'
the gentle pull of your heart's calling
For it is attached to the very source of creation
With steadfast prayer hang your troubles on the infinite strength
know how it goes, tell 'em turn up the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright,
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