Lyrics:
to know one kid
I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening
By the morning's such a drag
I've got a flask inside my pocket
We can
The kids would have done something wrong
And you don't have to understand
Things no longer black and white
As long as it makes sense to them
The world is
numb from it
MC's in my circumference is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S
hit like the head, pussy molotov
The kid a freak, type to slow dance with kalishnokov
Break the bank, a full fit of Kiko Kostadinov
Spending rent,
white to black
We got problems like never before
That won't fade by lockin' your door
Or runnin' away, so hear what I say
Yo, talk is the only way
Talk
For my theme song (Black)
My leather black jeans on (Black)
My by-any-means on
Pardon, I'm getting my scream on (Black)
Enter the kingdom (Black)
But
For my theme song (Black)
My leather black jeans on (Black)
My by-any-means on
Pardon, I'm getting my scream on (Black)
Enter the kingdom (Black)
But
as their sellin' that merchandise
And one what goes in don't come back
The color may be green but its also black
And red I know many heads that spent
accumulates more hate
So stay loving kid
How you gonna treat a black person
With the same backwardness of the
Enslaved man damn that cursing
I'm bout to form
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
one
But wisdom is not book smart
It's Clint Eastwood with a gun
Going through hard times
Pharcyde passing you by
And accrue archives on this game
[Verse 1:]
I'm fucked up
Most brothers don't have it like me
Like my brothers in the peep, doing half a century
See God I know it's hard
Black stay
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can
Aura von Clint Eastwood im Italo-Western
Wir verschwenden keine Zeit mit Bahnhofspennern
Es sind Asche, Fard, Kanaken mit dem Schwarzkopf-Flavor (wooh)
( Verse 1 )
Look
Look
We gone take the black back cuz it ain't ours
Invest in small business to create power
They fear our unity
They don't
right
So he started blazin', it was amazin'
My lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin
But who am I to deny the kid a try
At nature's little
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
This story began five years ago
Took a funky idea and began to roll
By doing something that was never done
While getting
what's wrong with the kids today
Tell you right now they've got nothing to lose
They're building empire
Johnny used to work after school
the street yo
Tough times nickles that's bigger than dimes
You know the flavor
Roughneck city ain't nothin' sweet kid ain't nothin' pretty
New York be
it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure god, what, flow on the track,
Black problems and how it's passed on us
It's gotta end with me
Growing up feeling you spent every day of life alone
Grandma's house was different by
Not by the neon but in the sky
The black fire is the light
Drone death pilots vaporize
Brainwashed duty drowns their eyes
Don't kid yourself ma
of tea
You'd get a seven inches
Soul black vinyl to stop your tears
You can use my stereo
You might be the village joke but
Don't listen to the gossip
that mean the Lord shared them niggaz pain
Here lie our man slain
And I would get out the game if I could
But I promised all my life to my kids I'd
.jpg/245px-Rocktoberfest_rocks_Cherry_Point_141016-M-BN069-126_(cropped).jpg "Clint Lowery")
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