Lyrics:
the sweet by and by" (in the sweet, by and by)
Then we'd sing, "I'm on my way to Canaan's Land"
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Revivals
on these old hands
There isn't dirt on my old boots
I've been going all of my life
And I think it's time I get things right
I pray to God that freedom reigns
nigga balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
jaw)
The chopper can hit all of y'all (straight up)
Your brother, your goldfish and dog (all)
Most of my niggas just rob (wow)
They cut off and hand
my head
Only to have a cardboard box for a bed
Brother man, can you spare a dime
Brother man, one minute of your time
Brother man, listen to me
crap
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
(To the break of dawn)
Funk it up
I said keep
crap
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
(To the break of dawn)
Funk it up
I said keep
crap
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap
Keep on
(To the break of dawn)
Yeah
(To the break of dawn)
Funk it up
I said keep
to do four minute mile now
With you I'm always smilin
Because I love a challenge
You gray girl let me smother you with colour from my pallette
You say
and I'm here to set things right!
Got a chip on my shoulder, I'm the Karen you can't ignore
I'm not confined by your sick words, no, not anymore
I'll chew
We go for gold, who be creamy?
Cleaner no picture, clearly the victor, nigga, you seen me
With my man, no other mother could pull my brother
No
My old man was a good old man
Skilled in the moulding trade
In the stinking heat of the iron foundry
My old man was made
Down on his knees in
a lot
Of work to do brother but
I wan't you to remember how
You feel right now man
Remember that you were alive for this man
This is really big my dude
touched by anyone
Dear God
My mother's legs throb bad
Ma religiously rubs ointments on them
Like she is scrubbing grime from her bathtub
She repeatedly
them was the good old days)
Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days)
(Good times, Fresh Prince, man, and Martin Lawrence)
Now
at all
Smother my spine
Brother it's fine
I'm leaving tonight
Too tired to fight
I hope I find light
That rope looks so fine
I hope the days come flying by
Do my old friends think about me, cuz I think about them
Wonder how they rolin, But apart we growin
cnd I wanna reach out, But I dirty my tee
cnd i
didn't have to, but you could've signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold
to hang with my man like, "Let's do this"
But this man like, "Who this?"
That's right, the brother got two faces
They got me puttin' the tips
But in case you ain't too sure a knowin'
We're gonna let you listen to us one by one
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
How'd ya do, I'm
I hail my brother I hail, I Dey hail brother man I Dey hail
Even if you Dey faraway e no mean say the bond go wash away
me no want no enemy only
my brother a junkie cause
He ain't got no job (no job, no job)
Told my old man to leave
Me when times got hard (so hard)
Told my mother she got
traumatized
Had my mind gone bro, had me in my zone bruh
You were smoking weak Had
Me smoking strong bro
Man i was just 9 years old
Man i swear on my mama ill
and he kept trying to make it sexual
Then his old lady tried to play me waved her hands up in my face
Yo I told her check your man cause Bitch you acting
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