Lyrics:
personas
Nowadays I only say it in my raps if I done it
By I, I meant we
Had to speak up
For the ones who never got to live their dreams
If I'm the messenger
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
wish I was by your side
And now I
Cant sleep, do I plague her head?
The same way that she will till my lungs compress
Anywhere but with me
In her Sunday
autumn pass by me
And people hurry on so peacefully
A group approach the policeman
He seems so pleased to please them
It's good to live at least, and I
eternity written on their hearts
But their intellect and primal pleasure always seem to get the better, caught up
Mesmerized by the shadows they sink in
to Sunday, Sunday to someday it’s gonna be heavenly
Tore myself apart, broke myself to get the recipe
Now I got recipe now I’m preaching to my destiny
You
It's been 9 years since the day I thought would never come
Took me by surprise and then completely shocked everyone
You battled on your own but I
end our vibe that's an RIP
Show me how to live
Overcome these changes
Praying one more night
Couldn't you just stay ya~
Sun goes down, moon is by my
thought that war was a sickness?
I'm a son of it, fucked up from it
Casualty of my family 'cause of it
We dare to dream, or live to die
Reunited by
the unimaginable
The moments when you're in so deep
It feels easier to just swim down
The Hamiltons move uptown
And learn to live with the unimaginable
I
celebrate
Go to sleep while I'm getting paid
Fuck the road, take a private plane
I promise I'll hold you till morning light
And sit by the fire on Sunday
I'm just a young nigga tryna live out a dream
Make life so lucid where a nigga can control everything
By any means, imma king
In the clouds while I
Unashamed, Uno Uno Seis, whoa
Tatted on my skin, all up in your face, whoa
If I ain't bout that live, then I ain't really livin'
But if you can't see my light
poppin' so I'm stoppin' at the Fat Burger
Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die
baby making
Gotta chop that freak sitting next to me
Bitch look like some nialating
Hey sunday morning 'round eleven roll by interupting in
Well, I need a sip of muddy water
From my daddy's wishin' well
Scattered his ashes on the delta
From here on I'll be drinkin' by myself
Where
down by the river
With a six dollar bottle of wine
Just a fool tryin' to play it cool
Hopin' she'd let me cross the line
And I was prayin' that she
On liquor I spend my last dime
Sunday morning, 8am
Cursing myself again
Drinking like this one might be my last
Memories of making jokes
Too
blown by every breeze
Friday night running to Sunday on my knees
That girl, that girl she's mine
Well I've known her since
Since she was
A little
But its Black lives blood splattered being shown on the news
By the cops who took an oath to protect that’s true
They violated that trust and they’re
But its Black lives blood splattered being shown on the news
By the cops who took an oath to protect that’s true
They violated that trust and they’re
me forget about the color I might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered by the blood of the King
I don't do black
Wallace and Green found love
in the middle passage
not high school debutantes
they laughed like family
in the bed each Sunday
he drank coffee a lot
Their homes all smell of time
Of old photographs
And an old fashioned song
Though you may live in town
You live so far away
When you've lived too
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