Lyrics:
Holding up our hands for a fallen man
As he goes by
Tears falling down everybody's face
But we don't cry
On your way home from Afghanistan
I can never die
I can only live to breathe
Living in my mind
Is more than just what you can see
Music everywhere
I swear that it all speaks to me
and enjoy a perfect receptacle
He was like cattle led to the slaughterhouse
A lamb that lets itself get skinned without objection
He was humiliated by his
cruised for boys on the strip
But death by the bottle is what made her hip
Marylin's beauty showed age every day
But her sinister end helped her keep age
What if? Just, what if... this is justice
Hmmm, hmmm, yeah. Hey
Been prayin' for this wasteland, been prayin' for this wasteland, oh oh. Ohhhh
We
in traffic
Know they hating me, K3 got my six know he 'gon blast it
With no hesitation, walk down on that nigga bout that action
If we spin the block,
you have socks on your feet
Bitten by a snake,bud's life is ticking like a clock
Without any hesitate, extract venom out his -
It had been a while
empty vodka bottles
I be high, he be drunk, that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclinin'
When I stop, rims don't keep spinnin', they keep
along
Don't care where he's going, as long as we're gone, gone, gone
There's nothing left for me in my hometown but pain
You surely saw to that the day
cannot die, can I survive
I cannot breathe without your love
I can't get enough
It's the last exit to Brooklyn
New York City, oh is waiting
You're
Black June could see me
He'd be tripping, and I'd bet he still try to tease me
My block, where everything is everything for sheezy
My block, we probably
You're the one in my dreams
The search is over now
Open up to me let go and give it all to me
In hale baby breathe but just don't
Runaway, Runway,
Aaaah
I walked to the street where
we first met
Heard the steps passing by
but I couldn't see
Anything of you
or even see your face
Guess you have left me
Oh, without her
Xanax and a little bit of Adderall
Oh no, no don't judge me
Just 'cause I do anything to get by
Said you don't wanna know
Who I
This song is for my Husband Roderick who recently passed away. Miss you baby!
Our time here is so limited
cnd most times you don't get
To say what
my session, we're blowin' time
And we smoke a session
Your man is never mentioned
Although he always textin'
You feel inclined sometimes
But never find
He's gone his way
Whatever changes
Now may you find your door
We were closing we were seated down
Restless little hands
We were caving in
We were
by our way of life
Seeking for absolution
We're all wandering, but this is the Depravity of mankind
got dreads up on it
And my bronem keep that stick, no he can't leave without it
And my bitch is always bitching about it
Keep some hoes around me, they
is asking me to call
I don't wanna hear your lies right now, you told me I would've fall
Can't believe I stood and listened
Without a gun I'll stay
old line.
We've seen it play out a thousand times
(Who cares what they think
Who gives a fuck what they say.)
There is no wonderland without a trip
can't heal you
So here's to me
All alone
Dancing in the rain
Without love
Without friends
Call me insane
Here's to you
Give it combat
No one is to blame
the 'joke's' on you
(chorus)
Now please don't misread
God's grace isn't cheap
The sacrifice He gave
A price we couldn't pay
Cost Him everything
To set us free:
house
If he lives that far away, wha
We'll be just like old friends
No means to your ends
The police state is to busy
The neighborhood's getting
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