Lyrics:
and scriptures hold all of my gangster dreams
Everything I thought in life wasn't always what it seems
World on my shoulders, scriptures of my life was cold in
money, just by clappin' their hands
Not the style or desire of a true Iron Man
(You know what I want to hear)
[Verse 2]
A southside broola don't drink
Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three,
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words
One time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he
the young
Voice of the ghetto
You want smoke boy you better roll a cigarillo
I still remember when I got that jail call
Hec on the line my heart drop
Soon as I go to grasp at the sheet, my voice says, no, you can't have him, he's mine
Moon Shine floats through tracks like a leech, might take out
you and me
It's hard, a cold, cold world
Sometimes can't even trust ya own girl
Gotta stand here and face my fears
Ain't gonna shed no more tears
believe in
Hard to confront the truth of what you see in the mirror
Some people you inspire and others you trigger
Fightin' in blind faith, led by
Reach right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip my finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't
when I get bigger
And time is the best healer
So relax and let go
And let me count my pesto
I know my voice echo
Throughout the ghetto
Show a young king
She's the kind of woman that I need
The type to roll it up
Yeah, my baby bring the weed
Plus she look good in them jeans
Don't let her pass you by
Don't
You know in so many different parts of the world
They looking at Oakland to see what Oakland gone do first
Like Chairman Fred Hampton senior said
alongs
One day have my voice all around the world
So follow me if you know the words and say
Righteous and ratchet
Abba
The world wanted peace Jesus brought a sword
The children wanted piece the blood spill out boys
The world wanted freedom to do just what they please
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
the voice inside my head
Is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else
Because opinions are like voices, we all have a different kind
So just clean
ghetto living drive by's and killing
The preacha's paid and I'm broke so I can't feel him
I know the Lord is watching me but He gave us free will
I feel
the loudest.
We’ll sing on although the sun’s not shining
With your voice and my voice, the world will sing as one.
I’m thinking back, remembering that day I
the world die by the creator
So don't listen to their cheats and curses
Stick it up your ass
If you think I'm gonna pass
We're black on black, detonate
to us
It's World War 3, ain't nobody to trust
White man got a plan to see us all locked up
Instead of killin up yo own kind, focus yo mind
Check ya
die
Thunder is my kind
It's the sign of my God
Who reigns up in the sky
It's decided by God
To cross this bridge tonight
Cross this bridge tonight
Let me tell you 'bout the new world order
Not the kind to make you run for the border
It's a new religion wrapped in a revolution
With a proven
time
Because my voice is baritone
And I really don't need no microphone
But I use one anyway
To make sure the ladies hear what I say
And from here
change the world
I just wanna be the voice for every boy & girl
No matter what we go through
Just know that I'll be with you
I just wanna change, change,
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