Lyrics:
it's for survival
As if it's the last sip of water I'll ever get
Ribs visible, eyes bloodshot, thrusting away
Got my cob looking like Mexican street
that you love
Tell me you love
Unbreak my
Say that you love
Say that you love
Tell me
In a church,by the face,
He talks about the people going
When crack hit I could never forget
In '92 Mr daly was hit by gun clips
You had to pump if you wanted some kicks
The best product on the block
It was
a little conceited
Surprise in your thighs telling me that ya need it
Stop by with a little bit a
Waste some time with a little bit a
We could unwind with
a little sad
Coz although those days have long since passed us by
They were the best, I think I'll ever have
And if the walls could talk
I wonder if they'd
a first hello!
All I got is my word and my nuts, man I got Brooklyn in my balls
So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin in my draws
Always talkin bout
from the bedroom, oh (oh, ooh)
I swear if walls could talk, they'd know a little too much
I swear my soul is black and my body numb, I can't even
Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall
Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall
We raised by wolves in the crack den
We the Chicago Bulls,
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
these streets that I walk
Trust provides a grave path to the ones that'll talk
Friends will run up in the crib, shoot you up, if you're ahead, and dip
the pew
But if only these four walls could talk
They would speak louder than our lives
These four walls would tell us
That we're of little use inside
We
Waiting for you to call
Was my own, little purgatory
Waiting for you to call
Was death by a thousand cuts yeah
I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know
What
Shaw and Samantha
Nelson record their part for Find Your Wings
I feel like rap has a timestamp
On it you could listen
To My Cheri Amor by Stevie
Wonder
skin off little by little
Until I reach bone and self
Until I get to where I am essential
Until I get to where I am
Food doesn't tempt me anymore
pull it out if he runs his mouth about myself cuause it makes a good show
Yes I may take the K to your place let it spray all day just so I could let
color you like
Seven little numbers baby, they could be a start
Seven little numbers baby, I know yours by heart
Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty
color you like
Seven little numbers baby, they could be a start
Seven little numbers baby, I know yours by heart
Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty
ourselves
In, that little four-wall space, man
Get up in the vocal booth and
Become whoever you wanna be
Express whatever you wanna feel
You know what I mean?
or the stitch now
Fuck your systematic oppression, sit down
Like you could still hit me with your little whip now
We could make justice and we come and get it
And the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees
With the battered barks
And they walk together past the postered walls
With the crude remarks
if I had a choice
We split up at five months
I'm seeing it strong this wall paper in our bedroom at the time once
Now you don't know me and I don't
at the wall
I'm surrounded by people but no one caring at all
And now I'm stuck, who I'm posed to trust
All these people fake I push the breaks and now it's
Motherfuckers
Say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm
buried
Even if it means gettin' carried
By your closest friends
Rockin' gloves at the cemetary
It's gon' get ugly, uh
New Malcolm X, by any means
I
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