Lyrics:
a negative world
I'm searching for a chick with a neck full of pearls
Raise Marilyns spirit just to get a referral
We by the bonfire passing round a joint in
There are pictures on the piano,
Pictures of the family,
Mostly my kids but there's an old
Picture of you and me.
You were five and I was six
In
sider rider
Ridin out by the beach until the day is complete
I won't stop, no can over the prop flow
I was snot nose kid, I had the potholes
In my
about it
I might have been way before my time
And the world take some notice
If they listened to my rhymes
Blame myself, I don't think I really put
stabbed by reality
There is no mirror to look my eyes
I can’t get off the butterflies
Everything seems wrong with me
I’m lost in pain and misery
Jump jump
I
Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
each borough
Favorite color yellow; cheesy racked tendency profound mellow
The role of a serene sister, I miss her
Undercover gossip put her world in
putting on a jest. Yet, I've always felt contested
By every single kid that never seemed to be
Impressed with attempts at being funny, so the pressure's
I picked up my paintbrush and started on my masterpiece
I had no money but I had the time
Got some sticky little fingers, the world was mine
In
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
on your sleeve
That's special to me
And the gift is all these years
I've had you by my side
You're my wonderland
My constant
My best friend and my pride
Every beautiful color he made
You put to shame folks
Since then the world ain't been the same
Where should I begin
It's evident its the end
As in
inner tiger
As the fight must go on!
Verse: KiDD Crash
Never see my cry
Cause I got to much pride
Bible by my side
I was thinking suicide
No more
stand by love so if this don't enhance my buzz
And the fans die and my blood, the world is ran by thugs
That just want to bend my blood that runs with
to going crazy
Different ages
They connect to me hope that i fucking make it
Fighting for my kids
And my grandkids kids
I'm just praying they don't get
my favorite color, even Superman'll get cripped on
Packed out, niggas squabble up on a good day
I don't know new niggas, duckin' dodgin' the hood day
turning greyer by the day
But I want to make them red with my blood
So I can paint my words up in the stars
Yeah this world is only ours
Got God right by my
Oh-oh you look how summer smells, when
We were little kids jump in the pool just by ourselves
When we would cut and bleed and it would hurt like hell
That's why I gotta focus and stay up on my mission
To get my fam out the hood, make sure they doing good
No a worry in the world but I'm still
were pointed
At the color of my skin
They kept me from that schoolhouse
Where I'd be by law
And that's what they call justice
In the State of Arkansas
this
And I'm so scared that you'll grow up
To find the world I gave wasn't good enough
And now all you've got are daddy's little demons
But I'll try my
and the mouses
Getting fat on the couches, huh
Come get enchanted by the love of the planet
And take a break from the modern worlds covered in granite
Cause there
Judging me by my skin color and my blackness
Tryna find a job but ain't nobody call me back yet
Now I gotta sell drugs to put food in my cabinet
You
All I do is stay focused, looking straight forward at the world and beyond
I feel people pulling me down
I feel some pulling me up, I can't get
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