Lyrics:
thought of me)
No thought of me
I walk the city lonely
Memories that haunt are passing by
A murderer walks your street tonight
Forgive me for my
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you
with a lotta lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By
Savage
Cause, Devil’s got me locked by the balls
Inside my soul, good and evil fighting a war
Mixed feelings like Remi and cranberry, a man
How will he
and you're all alone
And it looks like the end
And you're back out on the street
And you're tryin' to remember
How do you start it over
You don't know
Let all that's simple pass you by
Let all that lives be free to die
We're all, we're all key to life
Face all that rage and history
It makes no
I thought it would be easy
But it ain't for me
It's kinda hard when you lay your heart
On a one way street
I really thought by now
You woulda slipped
years back
Ooh I wish you well
How come
Every day
I'm still waiting for the change?
How come
I still say
Give me strength to live?
Where is my
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you
changed my mind
But still, the wars go on, as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
And all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands
Live so savagely
Always fighting with them you grew up with
When you lose you don't cry but you lowkey sad to see
If we cut like some champions you'll
The street where we live
Is commonly known as being the wrong side of town
They look down their noses at you
Like they're entitled to keep you
wished that I could grab the hands of time
And turn into a man and
Leave that little boy behind
By the time that I'd turned twenty
I longed for that simple
In the streets around here there was nobody tougher than me,
I was quick with me fists and fast with me footwork as you can plainly see,
But while
mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question
a simple people and they had lived in the forest undisturbed for thousands of years in utter peace and tranquillity. Once a year when spring came,
bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day, ayy
Ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25 dyin' to change
But still I bang wantin' street fame,
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
through the years (God) and shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers, and
Lord knows I tried, been a witness to homicide
Seen drive-bys takin'
exploding
Into space one by one.
Takes me to a distant place and time
This is not the first time I have pine.
Puts me in a distant state of mind,
This
Experience the picnic of the life that they live
Sit down at their table where all they do is give
Restored by the light of just the necessary
Four simple
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
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