Lyrics:
spinning webs of silent prayer
To fine for any naked eye to see
The concrete Saint of solitude cries
Bitter tears on golden roofs
That sting and stain
to the flower
Burning chocolate by the hour
Origami with the raw paper
Never twisted poorly
Order me more me, see me in your city
No fans
Got friends show respect
said I wan'nt gon' do it again but I never stop
But I did you so wrong - that's the purpose for this song
I didn't mean to break your heart but now our
fears
Mommas on the ground crying
It's a puddle a tears
I done been through the struggle
And it ain't no joke
I ain't never claim the streets
But I'm good
that
we keep the city in sight?
I won't budge
No, I won't budge
No, I will sit here till a driver passes by
I won't budge
No, I won't budge
Can we just
not from this city
Don't claim the small talk, cause that talk is all cheap tho
Ion care if you're first or last to hop on my trend
I always keep
I'm on my Pac shit, shed so many tears in these city streets
Dear Momma, do the people really rest in peace
Picture me rollin', 'til the end of time
its time to tear the streets down
SoS sound, SoS sound, streetteachers this the way that we get down 2x
Two of the most grimiest blocks out
the Po Po
Run it up, stack it up by the boatload
I aint never have nothing so I jack and I steal
Come from a city it's nothing but hell
What
Gang
But
enough to the streets
To understand the corner, but never in too deep
When your side and niggas from the other side beef
Until niggas that you knew since
get caught in the streets I was taught
Raised off anger, but it wasn't my fault
Nigga, take a look around, it's needles on the ground
Never gave three
They walkin' by without a clue, it's all the same (they're gonna know)
But we're the artists with the city as our frame (how would they know?)
We
We'll never be like you, like you
We'll never be like you, like you
We'll never be like you, like you
Hunger in the city
Cussing the butter in
with the team
You will never catch us rolling
With our gas on E
Full speed to the top, you will never catch us slipping
Only we, aye, all facts we
the streets are dark
So keep an eye on shadows and never pass the park
For the city is a jungle when the law is out of sight
And death lurks in El Barrio
bottom wine bottle with grapes
Hit 'em where it hurts, they can't find shit 'cause they broke
Snatch chains, wallets, bitches front row
Tear the clubs up,
and I swear to God that you make me fly
You're a city girl, I'm not a city boy
But believe me when I say, it's not by choice
You never ever hesitate
on the radio, and it's disturbing you
Big Moe nigga that's my big dog, and my love ain't never gon withdrawal
So we clicked up coming to get why'all, my nigga
a pretzel
My gift is special, do it all with my mental
I keep improving, no I will never settle
This is only half of my potential
I'm still learning
make it right.
Thinking on some stronger, punching lines
Spitting facts , but never tell the crunchy lies.
Time is money , it never stops passing by
Damn, take a ride, to my block
My block,
That's right! Heh
F'real on my motherfucking block
They got a nigga
Shedding tears, reminiscing
the hunt thieves glands
But now I'm staring at the face of a musket
And behind it is a European with a look that can't be trusted
Speaking that chitter
make it?
Will he survive?
Terror in his eyes
Night the city cries
Payback is crime
He damn near died
Bandaged by wounds not mine
The city cries,
In 19114, the war began like never seen.
The world was torn apart by strife fest by strife fest.
Nations fought to claim their life.
World War One
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