Lyrics:
sacrificed by brothers
Crucified by lovers
But through it all I withstood the pain
I'm no stranger to the rain.
But when I get that foggy feeling
When I'm
I am a young mariner headed to war
I'm thinking about my family and what it was for
There's water on the wood and the sails feel good
And when I
Break his neck, break his neck
I'm a crazy mothafucka an' I'm comin' through the do'
Quick to whoop you up an' knock yo ass to the flo'
Think I'm
nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second I swear
I will
the rain
Getting soaking wet
I'm doing my best
But what do I get?
I'm standing in the rain
Can't seem to get along
People rushing by
Wish they
yeah
Lay the burden down
I'm gonna lay the weapons down
Lay the burden down
William Blake wakes his sting, drawing out Martin Luther King
Tutu
doubts and fears
Though by the path He leads us
But one step I may see
His eye is on the sparrows
And I know He watches me
And I sing because I'm
Uh, good morning
Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed
I mean, damn, did you even see the test
You got D's
I'm in the corner with my head low
Runnin' from my shadow, never ending chase
Ease the pain and the battle that's within me
Sniff the same shit that
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
His pulpit's a corner at 19th and Main
His grip on the gospel is his one claim to fame
He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars passin' by
He
I've been sacrificed by brothers
Crucified by lovers
But through it all, I withstood the pain
I'm no stranger to the rain
When I get that foggy
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
played by ear.
It was raining hard but the fiddler didn't care
He sawed away at the popular air
Though his rooftop leaked like a waterfall
That
Fairweather father
Fairweather father
Doesn't like to hear the baby cry
Doesn't like to about the aches and pains
Of the day gone by
Of the day
And while I see his whole clique pass us by
Motherfuckers think they qualify
And for those niggas want to try
The G.O.D., the G.O.D
Yo
I'm not caught up in
yield
Those years in his body
A phrase from his pocket
In chains from the no-end, lifelong dream
Re, mi
Re, mi
Well, do, re, mi
Do, re, mi
If
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack frost nipping at your nose,
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
I'm a man without a will
Wash the razor in the rain
Let me luxuriate in pain
Please don't set me free
Death means a lot to me
The pain was lean
a darn
See his fishin' pole is gone he's on a secret mission
Gone fishin'. . .out where peace has never died
I'm wishin'. . .all the world was by his
liking it that way
I'm waiting on the train man, to wait and take the pain away
All aboard
All aboard
Wait for me
Wait for me
Train man kept his
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can
him say and it haunts me night and day
Don't make me go to bed and I'll be good
Our lives have just been gladdened by his bright ascending beam
Our boy
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