Lyrics:
the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or sellin dope
Cause in this town, it's goin on
And brothers doin that can't live too long
So what's my option, do it or not
mixed the lady with my kid brother and miss, she became my sister
For a minute but then my lady started receivin' that snitch
By the nigga on tour,
a brother for?
When I'm sick of this life I see
It has to be my family who lift me off the floor
Make sense of all the madness
In a world full of money,
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about
She had on designer logos and expensive lace
We drank away all our sorrows with expensive tastes
Probably by tomorrow, I'm gon' forget her face
Pull up
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about
I gotta tell you that you'll die tonight
You go against these people, you gon' die slow, die slow
We out in Italy on the water
Me and Strick
heart
See this wall between my brother and me
Yeah we're gonna tear it down
Tumbling down
All that stands between my brother and me
Y' know piece by
a step away from frozen, stiff as if you're posin'
Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen
So follow me, and while you're thinking you were first
the ocean
Too calm to get upset by somebody's notion
Future makers, organ takers
A non-human intelligence is guiding
Worlds colliding, far away star system
I
our youth is gettin' murdered by
the D.A. says they got me on a felony
I'm tryin' to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin' me?
The streets
the boats and just let them perish
Look away when they mine our gold and diamonds
Look away from the lives that don't really matter
While the city gets high
Burned by the flames
Like smoke in the sky
My people must rise
To live and let die
Stood by our faith
Demons disguised well
the field where I fight
I will fight of die for liberty
With the ghost standing next to me
Don't tread on me, live free or die!
To our fallen brothers
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Ballin'!
Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put
equality
Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin'
Why you brothers insist on usin' the word nigga?
Don't you know that's bringin down the black race?
Personally I think the lyrics are a bit too harsh
And you can't hit your groove
Live it up everyday
Bang bang gotta say shoot for the moon
Animated Harajuku girls (dancing)
Dancing two by two (me
And my daddy he would always be leaving
So my brother and I we would sit by her side
Telling our tales through the evening
Oh, I grew with the days
planted by the riverside
Bear forth fruit
In its season
May this new fire
Shine your light
Light up the darkness for all to see
Live a life
Where once was
And who they serving and protecting? Brother not you...
Not true? Why you think dem call dem babylon?
Cause them just agents of the system
Twist one up get
Pushin' these tracks through that red Oklahoma dirt
Made it five miles just last week and its constant work
The horizon is stretching away from me
change)
Murder She wrote
(Live by the truth I know it’s coming Staying In my lane)
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