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So when he sit in his cell, he reminisce as a child
It don't pay to do crime today, so don't be buck wild..
Ay that that that's a little bit
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
you in the dust
Kick in your door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin',
To the governor in his office
And his boys that buy the vote
To the soldier in the desert
Where the child sees him bleed
Everybody knows now
These are dark dark
a child's hands is death in the end
Add it up, struggle to get by
Had enough, there is no reason why
Pointing fingers won't ease the pain
And really
spoken
We always make it grow
Never had to tell em
Been known to make it show
Stay humble bitch;
On my grind; Since just a little boy
Now I'm a old young
Awake , Awake , My Little Boy !
Thou Wast Thy Mother's Only Joy ;
Why Dost Thou Weep In Thy Gentle Sleep ?
Awake ! Thy Father Does Thee Keep .
‘ O ,
little Christmas now
I bought you a record
It's sitting there by my shelf
I'd like to play all those songs now
But that wouldn't help
I pray that you're
There's a photograph of a little boy in a picture frame
Hanging near a crack on the living room wall
In the photograph of the little boy wearing
There's a photograph of a little boy in a picture frame
Hanging near a crack on the living room wall
In the photograph of the little boy wearing"hand
Awake, awake my little Boy!
Thou wast thy Mother's only joy:
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy Father does thee keep.
"O, what land
environed in a little Negro pew.
Down front sat a young couple nearly wild.
On the altar was a coffin, in the coffin was a child.
Rose a sad old Negro
's takin' lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin' high
This ain't the life for me, I wanna
had a lover
Could I ever know her soul
When I'm just getting used to knowing my own?
Time is flying by
I'm growing up but there's still a boy inside
I
called a little adventure
We're going way up to Tennessee where the sky stretch out wide
There's a little boy with big old dreams he knew he couldn't hide
yeah)
Meet me by the moon (right)
Half past dusk (fuck that)
Back from the dust, Cut Throat
He loves them drugs and guns
Jump in the cut, got about
Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound, put his hoodie on the couch, his Timberlands up on the chair so his bitch can bring him a beer. So, this is
will the sea
If you'd have waited a little while longer
Maybe you'd be free
I will stand by all of your failures
A loyal servant
Hubristic, high,
the open
Old white men with little boys in the ocean
Like wtf is that? Do they have no shame
Do they think it’s a game
That my people can be played
No way,
done got wild (shit done got wild)
I got different bitches trying to cater to me, Dukie not destiny's child (destiny's child)
I get n da game n I score
[Chorus: x2]
Hey lover am I the only one
Or are you selling your baby a dream
(Am I who you thinkin' of who you thinkin' of)
Hey lover boy am
forever
We were forged by some holy fire
Far away eyes
Filled with sadness and joy
Contradiction, benediction, Alabama boy
There's a raft on the river
to rest on the mountain side
A little coffin by his grandfather's grave
In the shadow of Mount Hersey
And again Frank bent his back to labor
And he built
The Christmas Song
When i was just a little boy
The holidays brought so much joy
The tv specials, singing carols
Oh how i once treasures Christmas
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