Lyrics:
those old churches
And black and white movies
We've got rum and coke and pay-per-view TV
Forget about Bing and Frank and Nat
And gaudy Christmas trees
Oh I was moved by your screen dream
Celluloid pictures of living
Your death could not kill our love for you
Take two people, romantic
Smoky
and you'll survive
E.M.P. took out the radio-- (and our milk-man didn't call)
Flash blinded by the pretty lights, didn't see his bottles fall
Or feel
forty-two mill more
I saw the black massacre
Floyd cannot breathe
Strangled by the knee
No one hears his pleas
All for the world to see
I saw the black
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
Oh I was moved by your screen dream
Celluloid pictures of living
Your death could not kill our love for you
Take two people, romantic
Smoky
the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game
A South politician preaches to the poor
all wars
A pale horse in pastilets led by
A black horse with famine at his gails
The doctrine of hatred
Nation will rise against nation
Wash me
yeah, yeah, yeah
Did you see what I done?
Came in a black Benz, left in a white one
I'm just a hoodlum, I came with my bonsam when niggas wanna try
ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
can score
(Working for the black gas)
Cowboy number one
A born-again poor man's son
(Poor man's son)
On the air America
I modeled shirts by Van
The old man is out by nine
His wife died a year ago
Always wearing his Sunday clothes
Never seen him talk to anyone
Liquor stores and churches
the pills and liquor 'til we black out
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you
struck down
The quilty will be punished
When satan rules our world
I will help you die
I'm Heretic
I like the smell of blood
Destroyed all churches with
churches with fire
Fatality it's temptation
Blessed by the sign you'll suffer
The inquisition is created
It's only for the christians
Don't try to tell me
I remember that summer
I was ten years old
When our days ceased to shine
No, you could not take a breath
When those black blizzards came
(Guess who's back?)
Drop the drums, here it comes
Only got two minutes to bounce, and every second counts
Better press, REC on your deck, here
by force lyka divorce (your loss)
Whatever sold or import i want a forth
2 live long is see alot
Who really with you who plot
She never forgot (she
filled with your flesh, we will spit up your faith
This is a religion that you deserve
Prayers that spoil the mind
Churches where hope is taken away
by crooks taught from the bottom of books
So yeah, the bottom of jobs
Hire, require the bottom of skills
Still proud black like the bottom of grills
come up here (uh)
(One two, one two, what's happening, fool?) Come right here, this is for you, come on up
I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick
under new ownership
Pulling niggas' cards, giving shooters bonuses
Fuck the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya
Face, gut, buck 50, got two
While her siblings is rich living, she ain't bitching
Mama's working two jobs, tryna maintain a living
Few years passed, now she getting raised by
While her siblings is rich living, she ain't bitching
Mama's working two jobs, tryna maintain a living
Few years passed, now she getting raised by
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