Lyrics:
days.
When times were hard, and the grain elevators stood empty against the black Midwestern sky, She gave him praise for a hard day's work, and hope for
be
(Representing for the black woman them)
Right by your side when you're up or down
Don't matter what I′ll be around
(a true thing you know girl)
Baby
and leave
My black?, thats OC
We run the world like Bush peeps
Throw the pot, turn the stove
My niggas dipped in all gold
All gold, all gold, all gold
Minus
Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced
I move with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the Beez they swarm
Hold up
Prescription pills to keep me calm
Nigga I'm da bomb!
In the black Testerosa,
Sippin' on Mimosa,
A bleedin' nosa
I'm in the West, we ain't got
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
Morning
About the break of day
Here we lay, arm in arm
And cradled by the dawn
How did you sleep?
What did you dream of?
Can you still remember
stare of a dog whose day is done
As he watered the green stuff in his glass and the drops fell one by one
Then I got to figgering who he was and wondering
drove a Mulsanne
Five keys of gold sittin' on my neck in the flame
Surrounded by black women, West African king
And I'm gonna go to Ghana to reclaim my
I’m a Fat Boy
Fired by a girl last year
The seas turn black
The plague is near
Since we’re young
We’re all disappearing
I’m a fat boy
Fired by a girl
or
Alive
Fly black woodpecker
Fly
I received a note, It gave the spark
Black feathers shone in the dark
The days are gone, The life I mark
(Are you dead
turns dark
Black
Betty White's dead
Did she die in her sleep
Was it cardiac arrest
Was she eaten by a bear
Man, Betty White's dead
Did she overdose
graves
Forever gone, apocalyptic view of what will be
Enrichment of our lives by the pain we share
The dark dimension will rise
Eternally
The dark
up?)
No, she look like a set of keys
May I die from a hand that is not black
Lie down my crown where Mike Brown dropped at
At the spot where he was
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
Psilocybin Got me gone
Outside my body where I roam
Pick up the phone
You're only calling cause you heard how much I've grown
I'm taking drugs all by
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
the concrete jungle where real niggas be packing heat
Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and gone tomorrow my nigga, we born
Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced
I move with the speed and strength of ants
Identical in form with the Beez they swarm
Hold up
Under lock and key
Down on bended knee
I thought I would be set fee
By what tortures me
A bog under willow
I've set as your pillow
To trade the fire
We, we are the champions, we can't stop
Cause you just can't keep them
Ruff Ryders down, down, down
By any means necessary, I'mma hold down
moves to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still
nights of being pegged by her stairin’ eyes!
(Chorus) Eyes black, she bloody, and she likes that A Child dead in her arms she takes a bite of his neck,
the moon / In the dead zone
I'll still be calling, calling out for you
Behind the moon, when all hope has gone
Well, what else would you have me do?
Green
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