Lyrics:
He's a lost cause
He was a kid,
Who lived by the wheat
Who laid while awake,
But slept on his feet
He put on a show,
His stage was the street
He
Born to refuse, and raised to exclude
Fed myths to disprove by post-colonial prudes:
The city was evil, some country was evil, the hippies were
miss out
The plans in action tomorrow we gon case it out
Give me twenty four more hours and we gon clean it out
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
It's going down
down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you, yeah
that your feeling were hurt
daddy please don't go the streets are bad
how could I explain that I had to be a man
risking all my vida every hour
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want
[Chorus]
We work hard now lets enjoy the fruits of what we've done,
tomorrow may never come.
The kids on the street will have their say now,
Because!
"Just once" or "This once"
this flows
Right by mind
Sightless ask in quest of
Fate not told
Better unknown
A trigger inside ? real
be?
Tactful
Welcome to darkness the future is here
Destruction and pain are my friends
Explosions and fires that rip through the night
Surrounded by bodies
M-A-E-S-T-R-O
Smoother than smooth can get plus tommorrow
I'll be smoother
Runnin' like silk
Starin' at the mountains as melodies are built
Like Everest I'm ever
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
With three of the illest niggas together
Street music and so fourth
(Clap your hands y'all, it's alright)
If tomorrow is judgment day (Sing Mommy)
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I
(Clap your hands y'all, it's alright)
If tomorrow is judgment day (Sing Mommy)
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I
(Clap your hands y'all, it's alright)
If tomorrow is judgment day (Sing Mommy)
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I
by just like she does every night at 8
She's leaving on the 10:05 tomorrow morning it'll be too late
Maybe it's the spark plug, or the gas he
Villagers all, this frosty tide
Let your doors swing open wide
Though wind may follow, and snow beside
Yet draw us in by your fire to bide
Joy shall
Don't get me wrong
If I'm looking kind of dazzled
I see neon lights
Whenever you walk by
Don't get me wrong
If you say hello and I take a ride
Upon
isn't something you'd thought lightly on
Are you alone and afraid as you wander?
Or simply walk down the street
Do you feel trapped deep inside your own
just getting by
They trynna chill wit a nigga
Ion even got the time
I plead the fifth your Honor
Nigga you had did the crime
Now you’re worried about
Felt your eyes
Half way across the room
I'm tryna vibe
Just me and my fucking crew
You walk by
Baby I just wanna do you
For the night
Ain't tryna
streets so cold
Yeah its a humid 90 out
But keep a .40 for a throw
Niggas cut throat
And a bitch a set you up to die
Be wise the Company you keep or
It'll
leave you
Did he promise he'd never deceive you
And now does he ever speak your name
Do you recognise your sorrow
In my eyes look out, by tomorrow
You'll
need to travel down
I don't know what tomorrow brings
Day by day with you I'll do the same thing
I'm so glad I'm standing on my own two feet
No more
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