Lyrics:
Well it's alright, riding around in the breeze
Well it's alright, if you live the life you please
It's alright, doing the best you can
Well it's
But, unfortunately, I was born with these very small hands
And I hope that the cameras don't come in too close
'Cause they might see the tears in
pass around the coffee
And the pumpkin pie,
It'll nearly be like a picture print
By Currier and Ives,
These wonderful things are the things
We
I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
Though I took, that was to live, hope God will
Only by becoming a mirror can one remove the hate from the eyes of the destroyer
It is different, is it not, than what you were told
This story is very,
gone, no bluffin'
Talkin' crazy, I could tell he on that coke, David Ruffin
We go back and forth spazzin', Jeff and Lita
I can tell these niggas all
When kissed by the sword of Vengeance
Your head lays there by your side
I take the lives of all that I once knew
The torn flesh of a slow death waits
the word there was truth
In the truth there was age
In the age there was youth
And I said to the Child
Do your hands they still bleed
After all
this is the hand I was dealt, a
Creature of habit, feel like I'm trapped in an animal shelter
With all these pet peeves
Goddammit to hell, I can't
This is the way to get by
So much pain in my eyes better Days
We can make it a better day
It's to live or to die
It's so hard to survive better Days
We
You're not quite here or are you
Strings sharp so keep away
Hide demons close by
This tune youve never heard
So swing
Then sway
In our lives (we
us by our name
Undying
Tearing through these days I find the tolerance to strive and push on
I know what lies beyond this life for me is already
to punish all of us
We are cast out by our bloody father's hand
We are strangers in this lonely promised land
We are the shadows of the one unholy ghost
The Plague--Generation's leprosy
Unspeakable shame--Untouchable lives
Much in need of love
But these days who's got much to give
Give in
In a fleeting moment of a restless day
Driven to distraction
I was captured by the game
I have often wondered why I ever wanted to
Leave these
I cannot read the big letters of poems written by God
By God
The lives I'm living just by sitting on this train
The light upon a face that I may
They can take these clothes off my back
They can take my money
Don't care about that
Let them take my words
It's all I've got
They can have this
I'm gone that's regardless
Drive-by, niggas bow down
Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
Honestly I think you've figured me out
I could see those pretty fingers sliding through my hands right now
But you know, gotta play it cool
Act like
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
Ooh, said I love and I love
And I love to be free hmm, ooh ooh, hmm
Said we're free to live and love again
Tell your mum, or your sister, brother
The remainder. Too bad the tributes paid to lives that relegate these thrones to lives spent valuing the runners-up, are known to be neither fleeting nor
Won't change give up that life
Someone always gets in the hood
In the hood, in the hood
For gangsters
Everyone's banging, wannabe bangers
By these
to punish all of us
We are cast out by our bloody father's hand
We are strangers in this lonely promised land
We are the shadows of the one unholy ghost
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