Lyrics:
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
pain it's signed by me
I wrote a letter to my pain it's signed by me
I wrote a letter to my pain it's signed by me
Niggas want to hate, let them hate
your head and cry
Billy and Sue met the first day of school
And ever since lived by the golden rule
Because when you do unto others
What you
just filling the casket up
Floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister
Second-grade handwriting, simply read, I miss you
Suit-jacket
both soldiers and police were we
We fought the Boers from 1898 to 1903
From Elands River to Mafikeng, our fallen graves you'll see
If you ever go
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
love can be
On the streets love is hard to see
Gotta reach that frequency
Loving you is loving me
It's all love where we come from
In the hood
up, cuz?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
grave but I'm far from turning over
Came back from being gone I was trapped in my enclosure
Yeah
Got a lot of heavy things on my plate here
Consumed by my
Red dot to the stomach imma makem burp
They don't like to see me rather see me on a shirt
I know she a red flag by the way she rock the birks
Always
whoa
We all on lockdown
So I went back
Took my thoughts then jot-down
Hello
Good morning
Wake up
Don't let the world pass you by
Pass you by
Hello
Good
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
to stay here, you want me alive!
I wrote three letters
To my lover, my father and God
Haven't received anything back from this mob
They called the priest,
Send me a letter with your scent
Who knows when I last inhaled
Baited breath released upon receipt
Put my mind at ease, my mind at ease
Your bike got
game we got to attack it right
Each one of us is headed for the grave
This old crooked world won't be saved by the passive type
This is a letter to my
Watch me, letter from my ex say she miss me
Old me, I don’t know you I’m not sorry
Love me, yes I see you, & I’m pursuing
D.R, initials I wanna
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
together by my heart
With a little ring he gave me from my finger ne'er shall part
When I'm dead and in my casket and deep in my grave I lie
I want to be
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
says as he passed away
He held to his heart one more tragic story
From his one true love a letter from home
A picture of her with a red, red rose
She
Woah
Dead again
Pain and sorrow dead ahead
At least that's what the letter says I think I'm outta' breathe again
Ooh'
Seven men
Drugged me up with
Where were you then?
Were you with her?
Don't tell me last night
Was a blur
Gonna grab the knife
Gonna cut all ties
Can't hide from me
With that disguise
were the one two three four five six seven eight
Too many choices
I can tell where she's been by where the splinters at
I leave them because they get me
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