Lyrics:
the kaleidoscope of life
I am the prism the creates the spectrum of humanity
My black body is as fertile as the Nile reservoir, and my soul shines like the son's
At some point I told myself
I would find us all a place and we would move down south
I'd buy us some acres in the Carolinas or Georgia
I think by
mother's pain and commend her for the sacrifices she made
It made me sad knowing her dad wasn't in the picture, recite some scriptures, these
Girls are not
one has called but my homies and some bill collectors
Cellular rings, somebody wants to borrow money
I two-way her, she don't hit me back, something
I got some errands In the city
Get some sleep then Ill be gone
Kiss my mother on the cheek
She know her son goin' be the one
Grab my coat and my tote
Evil Emotion's, this is some West Coast Shit
Let's Cruise by the Ocean and Toke it!
I know that I'll be with you some day
This life is nothing but
dollar bills and drug deals by the mayor
Controls the people livin' legal
Sit back and chill, until time will reveal
Two thousand and one holy men with
[Verse:]
A woman young raised by a, a brother sister, sister, mother, father's love she finds strength the trials of living life fighting for equal
be regretting it by the morning
By morning sunshine, a mother's son lies
Closed her eyes and she opened up dem thighs
Now your little girl once known
Its two A.M. I'm just gettin' in about to check my message,
No one has called but my homies and some bill collectors.
Cellular brings somebody wants
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pigheaded politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short haired, yellow-bellied
Son
want all of your bills paid
And that I decline to do
And they ask me if I hate you
At times I kind of do
But you the mother of my son
And for that I
a week with your son
Can I get some skin
Ya great job thanks
Somedays are easier other days are harder and i feel like ive had enough
Dont know how much
carry yourself as king
Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you eighteen
Dear Sandra
Your son got some habits, I hope you don't
gon' pay your bills
'cause the hills in some
Fields for the thrill put that
Ass in his face
Don't try and judge a book by it's cover
Momma said judge
And I know some of y'all are gonna say it's not that deep, but a horse dragging a doll with a noose around its neck
Taken from her mother and put in
crying
Driven by some passion like my boy in attack on titan
Niggas be all up in they feelings actin goofy den a bitch
Niggas claim it's fake love but you
pushing pushing pushing just to get that bag and pay my bills
Can't go Back to the trenches when I was eating my mothers meal
I've been independent don't
mother's driven up the walls, you make too many calls
Who do you phone?
You use this place like some hotel, you want something you ring the bell
That's wrong
city, it makes my heart hurt.
Feelin the struggles of my brothers,
it takes some hard work. Bein raised by single mothers,
the case was caught first.
county, Bill snitchin like he straight/
I’d kill that mother fucker but he sits when he pees wait/
Quit bitchin if ya listen, if offended by me great!/
My
hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Hunnid dollars bills, pounds on the flight concealed
Heard they on me and they worried 'bout my paper trail
I'm at work while you goin' on vacation there
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