Lyrics:
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
headed straight to hell
By the highway
No matter how long and how hard
That I prayed
So I might as well learn how to make
This guitar talk
Somebody said
Yeah, I'm on the move, I can-can't look back (no way)
Screaming "no regrets, no regrets at all"
Wasting time, I can't get that back (can't get that
At the bottom of Green Mountain William Deacon stands and stares into the rain
With coal grey eyes yellow teeth and a face that shows the strain
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
I make it hard to copy
Heard of my name Kakashi, uh yeah
Lightning blade looks saucy, cut
You up like Hibachi, uh yeah
Gonna protect my posse
No
how time fly
I'm just having fun just watching it fly by
Everywhere that I go
Ain't the same as befo' (The watcher)
People I used to know
Just
I have to get
The styles that you be seeking and the words that I be speaking
Poor Righteous Teachers posse teaching
Anyone that lacks this style
A tattooed madman, I am hell on wheels
Born a wicked child left alone in the fields
My father was the wind, my mother was fire
Raised by
and an angel
Stood on either side
Of a magic river
That there was no crossing
But as they tried
The water began to rise
Then they raised their eyes
toward South Shore, wrong way homey
This street's for Mix-A-Lot's posse only
Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill
Ain't no place to run so you
the men that had died by their hands
They said, "Ashes to ashes and dust to dust"
Now, nobody lives forever nothing stands the test of time
Oh, you
For you dear, I was born
For you I was raised up
For you I've lived and for you I will die
For you I'm dying now
You were my mad little lover
Knowing I ain't never changing my ways
That's how I was raised, scars on my face
Work for a living, no minimum wage
I'm representing my family's name
and me
Cause I really need you
We've become such a team
And I really need you
No this is not a dream
Keep in mind our childhood days
And the way that we
For you dear, I was born
For you I was raised up
For you I've lived and for you I will die
For you I'm dying now
You were my mad little lover
on the shoulders but that's way too high
Let's try not to step on the children
The news cameras filmin'
This walki'n project buildin'
Now there's hoes sellin'
just laugh; this isn't what I was raised for
When I walk away, it's like ain't this a
Kick in the rear that I'm standin' here
And can't afford
on
This a treat, ain't it, so initiate the powder room
I pull it back and check my rosie, and yeah, I'm 'bout to bloom
It's that ninety raised from hell
vain
You gave me hope, when I was losing my faith
You helped me see, that You're the only way to break
I choose Jesus, the One who sets me free
I choose
Raised in a country ruled by scammers but disguised as poor
How can I not be mad I'm an underdog
Im an underdog, bitch
Im an underdog better watch me
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them,
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