Lyrics:
working hard we don't tolerate failure
Tryna be great than the haters
Aint nobody do it for you , better do yourself a favour
Ain't abt the money don't
don’t be afraid of them
They want our people to unite.
They want us to fight the good fight
(Ancestors are calling)
Oh, child
( Ancestors are Calling)
Qalqilya and in Gaza
We firing rockets, we firing rockets
Yo, now let me welcome everybody to the Wild West Bank
A place overrun by Israelian tanks
on my coming
'Cos the storm is here and mind exploded
What about you man?
You're a fucking slave
Your good friend is as usual
Used to be brave
Remember
so much more
And I feel better on my own
But that you already know
I almost feel like a child
By the way you treat me
And i hope that someday
You can
near
Smeared our names for years
We stood by looked fly
The moment you shined like plywood we pushed by
One of the good guys with a bad reputation
watch it for I'll be right there
Don't it make you wanna go home now...
There's a six lane highway down by the creek where I went skinny dippin'
young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, by the way
Said he saw a boy that looked a lot like you up
slumber carried me into the night.
"I'm grateful for these moments with you child.
I know you're only mine to borrow for a while.
soon you're gonna want
Had To Be Free.
What I Choose To Do Is Decided By Me.
From The Day My Mother Died,
My Father Full of Good Intentions.
Treated Me As Though I Were
as a child
I could tell by the shit that they post
I just pulled up at the coast
Drop me a four in a Sprite
Getting cash and I don't mean to boast
Let all my
So when I got a little older
The shit I never got as a child
I didn't need it
My life's a journey
I met Trell when I was like 8
Could be earlier
But
with you
Just to see the brighter side, that was blocked by your issues
But check it I'm the nigga bugging, I be whallin out
When Idk what you doing
it's popular or not
Sin is noxious and toxic and the clock is gonna stop
God is not to be boxed with, the wrath of God is burning hot
We were locked
Existentialist, Boss Don Biggavel
Let's go, yeah
Mama's favorite child
I was vagrant and wild
Even ran with some jealous niggas that hated my
bout to heat up
Roll Deeper..
Jet one, Jet two, Jet three
Jus got a strap, people guarded by me
But hear i got a story to tell
See the life
Blindfolded, okay, yeah, I know it sounds adorable
But dollars signs in pop's eyes grew creepy and deplorable
He said, "Play by the noises, follow the ding
singing
I seen it all, they form a child
From back to front, it's not too good
Divide it over, much more to do
The city laughs much more than I do
my acolytes
that's the sight of blood, that make a child stop
that's the rights of thugs that keep it wild hot
I hate you, say a prayer
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
of doomed destiny return to fire Indecency never to be held in grace of good Decline to the lower world Descend into the flame Blind eyes of the burnt dead
appetite?"
"I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, stopped by today"
"Said he'd be
rise tomorrow I will be back there
Don't it make you wanna go home now...
There's a six lane highway down by the creek where I went skinny dippin'
(When I'm down)
When I'm down, you'll come and cheer me
(You'll cheer me)
And when I'm sick, you're coming by
(When I'm weak)
You'll come and you'll
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