Lyrics:
an honest conversation
Being black is beautiful
But it ain't no vacation
Every right we had to fight
In this wonderful nation
Im still waiting on those timely
servants
Jesus has showed that gods here
When he prayed by the mountain side
In the Bible it talks about Jesus
When you take the blood of Christ and the cup
Hope you stay mad a hater 'cause you can't touch us, huh
"It's time I see you"
Ayo, I ain't got a care in the world
Kidnapping your kid, maiming
Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my twelve-gauge.
One of my boys just got shot, huh.
F***in' around, in that million dollar spot.
A educated
Tattered manifestos litter the mind
Diplomatic plans ravaged by time
It never really was the truth or lies
We just gave up and said our goodbyes
(Woah
[Chorus]
We outside!
From sun up till they start letting shots off
Catch me in the crib by the time they get the cops called
Right back at it soon as they
yet
I keeps it profesh, on time, money up front
Me and my niggas are grown men
Top 3 dead or alive, no debate
Me and you in the same league, what?
Nah
Life's moving too fast just need to slow down
It's flying by like when I'm bout throw down
But right now i'm getting psyched out
But I gotta calm
at the pool a bit, time to repent again
Mostly men have a gun just put that down on circle purpose
When the poo of the world, got me standin by the circle
when you enter Heaven's gates
Tell the angels in the choir, "Hey, here I come"
I want to hear every single measure that was sung
Heart of flesh beating
listen)
If not us, then who
If not me and you
Right now, it's time for us to do something, yeah
If not now, then when
Will we see an end
To all this
listen)
If not us, then who
If not me and you
Right now, it's time for us to do something, yeah
If not now, then when
Will we see an end
To all this
see it in results
Making up for the past by accepting all my faults
I only let 'em see me win cause ion tell me bout my lost
Bitch I won't let them take
melanin
Kiss me all over my brown skin
I got the soul of a black king
It takes control when I'm rapping
Let the bitch unload like a MAC-10
Drrtt! Drrtt!
the real A)
In '88, Miami boys came tried to take the city
They had to wait, their price was great but Techwood wasn't with it
They bought they MAC
writin' on the clipboard
Put you in the coffin, I bought a new fit for it
Bite a nigga apple (baow), MacBook laptop
Droptop, MAC-11, ridin' with
stomach touch they back, that's all facts
These niggas all cap, if we deep we all strapped (graah)
They talk good in that studio it's all rats (they talk)
to love people
Especially in times when they need it the most
This is why, why, why, why you're here
For God to use you and to listen to the tears
When
nine incase niggas get out of line
And heaven knows that I tried to change
But in the mist of trying to be a better man
Trouble is all I can seem
inflicted by my exhibits
Yet you'll buy tickets in matter of minutes
And multiple visits and making my digits
I rap like it prohibit you rap like cricket
Did
smoke resin get by
You wanna know what it's like to get high and forget life
Roll a blunt, get your mind right
Get your mind right waste some time, get
in hell so I ignore heaven
Kicking ladies out the house like a poor tenant
As we go along I get more irreverent
Bring you back to life like epinephrine
you fucking want?
Every day I must...
Every time when he drinks, it's the same story
He makes her cry and leaves bruises on her body
Blood staining
it was Prada,
Sat in my room,
Talking to my father,
He told me,
‘Eyes open, when you're rolling'
‘Don't let the time get stolen'
I'll put you, in
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