Lyrics:
from these streets of LA
A live wire the cost of living is murdering
The future of the children
The music for me, I keep giving
Some brothers get shot
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
From fever that comes from knowledge
And photographed by the above
Can I get the picture signed
One more time
And get back what's mine
I've left my parts
A picture from life's other side
Somebody has fell by the way
And a life has gone out with the tide
That might have been happy some day
There's a poor
with care
One night one night our restless young girl
One brother rose up from his bed
He heard the servant court their sister
Oh he heard they had
[killah priest]
This goes out, to all the brothers that lost somebody
And all the brothers who got brothers that's locked down
Sisters too...
from the skyline. I always knew that that meant that was home. Even from my college dorm, I could see them from my bedroom. I remember taking a post-it
bro, we need you
They said come back home, we need you
I’d rather be by myself
Never need no help from no one else
I’d rather be by myself
Never need no
vanity my home is a warzone calamity, randomly
Tragedies happen I'm sick of this life
I'd give in a minute if it could free us from stripe
Gotta bond
JFK, like a plot by the CIA
We ain't dying from the KKK
When that AK spray, they say "ay bay bay"
Stay tuned watch the melee play
Get attached
vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really fucked me up
My brother lost his life and it turned me
That says you've got to fight and die
When the man said surrender
He kept right on a'goin'
He could see his brother Jesus by his side
And they knew
why we hate God
Tell me why everybody balling we lost but we shallow In the heart
We gotta think outside the box
I know you tired of running from
Days passing by listen
I'm not feeling well
I'm not getting better
My mind is sentimental
I feel like falling down
Miserably I'm dying out
It's been
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why I just
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why I just
Grew up one state North of Kentucky
A Family far from rollin' in the money
7 brothers and sisters to feed and love
Granddaddy said she kept her eyes
from the sea
Come a-limping into camp just as sick as he could be,
He said the dying words of Colonel Packenham
Was, "You better quit your foolin' with
Pouring rain drips down my soul
Standing outside cause momma aint home
Daddy’s away but he’s up for parole
Where do I go where do I go
I’m so lost
a jukebox siphoning gasoline
When my brother yanked me hard from the corner bar
And carried my drunk bones all the way home
Draped and heavy in his arms
Whoa
We aint goin fold
We been down this old lonely road that country road
Everybody can’t go get lost won’t make it home
I say
Whoa
We aint goin
a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Jay
Bro-brother Marquis
Bus-bust a rhyme
Extra extra, hear all the bad news
About the whacky-whack emcees and the ones like you
Because I've done
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
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