Lyrics:
along 7th Avenue
When I came to 14th Street
I saw on the corner curious
Mutilations of the human form
It was a, a school for handicapped people
And there
This old smoke filled bar is something I'm not used to,
I gave up my home to see you satisfied;
I just called to let you know where I'll be living,
a brother for?
When I'm sick of this life I see
It has to be my family who lift me off the floor
Make sense of all the madness
In a world full of money,
Still we haven’t finished
Learn those major 7ths
Change them to 11th’s
Get those #9,s
Hendrix did that fine
Try this b5
You know you’ll survive
Change
streets, but I could not vote.
But now you walk by me, you won't talk to me, say this is my fate.
But ev'ry time you walk the streets, boy, most of them
into drug lords
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin'
As we were cruising by
Not in the mood
For idle chat or hitchhiker bumming
Nevertheless, we took them on
This highway courtesy
"Hurry, get
enough? (Hey!)
Enough for Heaven to hear me?
Oh, God,
Software is crashing, oh no
I can't take too much more of this
S.o.s. And no one's coming
I
to die
With a serious sigh, it's a conspiracy
I'm feelin the vibe, 7th Sign niggaz feelin my tribe
Cause it's the king, are you bitch-ified?
I better feed
can't overcome
Still she looks for the one that could save her
Now she's workin' it out in the corner of town
Between 7th and south you will find her
(Bongo by the way)
Pray for my enemies
Lord, I need clarity (uh)
They ain't got empathy for me
They stare at me (what?)
They use my couch when
how I feel
And nothing is wrong but everything takes too long
How did this end up me against you
With everything that I say, and everything you do
Your
They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I
did, but I did so not safely
Don't want no AIDS, no claps, or no rabies
Yo, we take no shit, like, stopped up commodes
Gotta collect call, they done
want no part of heaven
I would not do heavens work well
I pray the devil comes and takes me
To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell
Angels have fallen, fallen from heaven, where did they go
No one could save them no one forgave them their chance to know
When I hear them below I
Irvine
Is this Germany 1939?
I'm a gangsta boy
Not the nerdy kind
They got a dirty mind
All about the dolla sign
They put the sheep to sleep
this great time
Be on minimum wage, life is a prison escape that I'm in
It's all to do with timing not the label that you sign with
Then my mates are
jocking, tell by the look on they faces
8 digits I'm clocking, a lot of gold in my bracelet
7 figures on watches, I told my mama I made it
Made a deal for
This is another one of those heartbreak hotel joints for the ladies
Why won't you grow up and be a man someday
I can't believe that you're still
This is another one of those heartbreak hotel joints for the ladies
Why won't you grow up and be a man someday
I can't believe that you're still
Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
Now I want your imagination, I want you to travel with me
Oh come on, come on, come on
This young man was raised in the hills of Tennessee
When he
might
Hold up, wait a minute, van to the right
On this road to success, I've faced my fears
Then hop on that flight
I've upgraded
My bitch bad
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