Lyrics:
Dear Mr. President
The world has gone astray
Brothers are dying
They won't live to see today
Was it all worth it
You had to lie to get your way
like that
I'm from the jungle, brother, and I got it like that
Yo, my life got me running through a maze like a white rat
I need a shot at ramming
like that
I'm from the jungle, brother, and I got it like that
Yo, my life got me running through a maze like a white rat
I need a shot at ramming
city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart
From each one of my limbs, by each one of my
ain't gon' lie it's one of the hardest things (this call in from a federal prison)
Couldn't stop that, that's how real you doin it
Anyway just be easy
shot from the free throw (For Real)
Keep her on her knees bro that Hoe love to deep throat (She A Freak)
Pussy why you creep though imma make that thing
not come in on Monday nights
You're in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemen
Give it to Mr. Hall
Rip out my soul from the depths of my flesh
it back
If I see her and I like her my nigga you never gon get it back
Treat my bruddas like family, I love em, now tell me how real is that
Keep it
keep tryin' to tell lil' bro to chill
But he always on pivot, for real
Never switch on with my guys, I love em
I ain't never switch up with my brothers
Every black is a beast and our women are cheap
And that brothers gettin' murdered is the way of the streets
That it's normal to die when we still in our
That's like my brother, like same mother different father
Any problems dog know I got 'em
And still we grind from the bottom
Just to make it
really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the
Game y'all praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me
I just kept it real with y'all,
painted just like the man
That Veta tryin not to bite his hand
But they need em to keep em life from they stand
Every night praying for praying go as far
de cabrones, Keep it real !!!!
I feel like crying
Cause I see my brother falling down
Tears upon his face
As his body hits the ground
thousands that you keep inside them britches
Tell us bout your brothers and how none of them is snitches
They say no more no more love songs tell us something
breathe, leave
I'm alive I'll never see 25
Yet still I can feel, I'm real
When it all happened I was in the lime light
News, camera, gaven killer
Gotta keep a rod
You in these streets you don't know who wanna buck you
Man it's fuck the law
My brothers was chillin' then the system snuck em
What's
a god, let me be strong
I'ma vote for you
Oh, I'ma vote for you
I came from the sticks, we called it the crick
Surrounded by rednecks, I still wanted
up on bro or I’m popping it, I ain't a thot if it’s beef then I’m getting on top of it
And to the nigga that took my brothers from me, I want to slide
three of the few of the real niggas left
I can't buy none of that bullshit you sell
I keep it trill if you look you can tell
All my niggas rockin like me
You got it, I gotta stay high
All the time, to keep you off my mind
(ouu ouu)
High, all the time
To keep you off my mind
(ouu ouu)
Greetings from
who didn't
And shit I'm known to keep it a hundred stay from round me you be 50
Won't post your brother but post Baby niggas fans just like a ceiling
of yourself mane, I swear that's a fact (God)
Now I read people as easily as a street sign
So if he feeble and being greasy I keep time
Ain't wasting it
I'mma keep it real as this
Got to know when to row from the madness
Got to know when to give these niggas passes
Got to know when to hold 'em
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