Lyrics:
and the distant flow
They're cutting your wings off
Built your ceilings out of stained glass
Well you cut like gravel in my skinned knee
The wound will close
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)
Black out, black out (Belt by
that you were in heaven
Platinum gold a house and a car
But poverty all around you by far
People living under bridges or in a car
Heaven for
dead.
Now sticken' by deaths grip.
Only few supporters stay.
A lesson for the black sheep
Makes his days forever gray.
No boundaries for the love
a smash, blast
How long will it last 'til the poor get more cash?
Until then, raise up
Tell my young black males, blaze up
Life's a mess don't stress,
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by
a sage of doom
Shackled by power that woke the chaos
Blacker than a black raven's wing
The Consistent lies crucified within
While the God commits his last
life in exchange for yours
Born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin
From a lack of gettin love
Won't nobody tell me shit
Till I got
cigarette holder
And her black patent leather gloves
And I'm doing everything just tryin' to please her
Even crawling around on all fours
Oh, I thought by
Leave it for the homeless
To sleep it
Prodigal, fuck that nautical
Teachin' bitches how to swim
I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers
this coming right from the start
You should beware, beware, beware of a women with a broken heart
Praying to a sky all black
Looking at the stars
sleepy?
How the hell I'm gonna tell the youth don't be me?
Yea, ha ha
(I love it) Does your daddy think you perfect, does he know for certain?
Does he know
shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way them playboy rings
My mother stole from you
Well Nate finally got 'em back
spoke on the phone
Some say it's overblown but she don't give a damn
All the black girls think that she want they man
But it's not your fault they
I’m about
Reaper black suit cuz my whole team’s killing
Had to keep setting trends cuz
Your whole team stealin
Many tell me I’m the man I ain't made it
be inning
You gotta beginning to win
Holla back nigga in 20 minutes
Gimme your mic and watch me brake these niggas
How they figga
Busters get
to ack-wild
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
I can just hear them now
"How could you let us down?"
But they don't know what I found
Or see it from this way 'round
Feeling it overtake
All
a tan, but I'm black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three niggas with me, me myself and I
God don't like ugly, you should
The blacker the skin the bigger the win
The better the grin the better the kin
Your black is beautiful
Your black is beautiful
The darker your
I ever know the truth
How do to deal with the time stealing away your daddy's youth
Story after story of disaster barely missed
You see, common
sucked. so if you don't know what it's like
To get your dick sucked, well then just dream.
H-e-a-d
I need a doctor just for me
To suck my dick, like a vet
hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack
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