Lyrics:
I was born by the river in a little tent
And just like that river I've been running ever since
It's been a long time coming
But I know a change
feel my legs
Did he bring me out of Egypt just to leave me for dead
I’m lost off in the wilderness
I ain't really feeling this
Lord, help me deal with
loaves of bread"
Now lookie here
There's too many brothers that go by that
Now I want you brothers to dig where we coming from
Set your mind
Right
I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh just like that river I've been running ever since
It's been a long time coming
But I know a change
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
the bag with 2 arms
Got the weed coming by the acres
Look like I robbed 2 farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, Fat Bwoy say "wahgwan?"
I just hit 'em like
by
Heard a bugle blowing in the misty morning
What a haunting sound over Times Square
Heard of the ghost of 52nd Street
Looked out the door but
'Cause i won't pay
Clock that clock, I'm clocking mine
Better watch out, it's coming in time
In time (In time)
In time my brother In time (in time)
It makes your mind get sick
So come on by
Stay and talk about it
Drink some wine
I'm really glad you stopped in, brother of mine
We'll sit
out
All gone out
Not coming back
She laughed a lot
And he found out
His arms too long
And his head too small
To crawl away, she made him feel
think that I'm being too forward?
Ooh baby, by coming at you this way
I can't help myself, you're
You're the hottest thing in the club tonight
coming?
(Empire) can't you hear it calling?
Black man, trapped again
Hold his chain in his hand
Brother killing brother for the profit of another,
Game
the seeds to grow
For most of my life
I've lived out on the edges
On nothing but honey and sand
So take a word of advice
From a pilgriming brother
Acquainted
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
know what it said?
When they're torn out by the roots
Young brothers join in cahoots
To send a smoke signal
Near and far
A smoke signal
No matter
Walk me out by the water's edge
Oh, my brother
I'm coming down
We are you
We are almost there
And the man keeps coming 'round
I don't know who
coming?
(Empire) can't you hear it calling?
Black man, trapped again
Hold his chain in his hand
Brother killing brother for the profit of another,
Game
money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
'Cause I used to get beat, with racin' car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin'
Brothers, nigga
Smash your ass straight out that junt
Felix brothers, nigga
Every time we have a meeting, agree
Count two hundred
AK that go by the name of my
The sick the dying and the dead
The sick the dying and the mother fucking death YH
Coming out of his grave watching the day fly by
Looking for his
who don't know nothing about sin"
She was half crazy and out of her mind
Weighted down by possessions
Weighted down with a gun
Waiting down by
'bout to be gone
Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all
Brought to you by a beer
Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce
how to live right just by how to shoot it
Tired of running, choirs is humming
Tell us to visit, we lying about coming
Now back to business, loading
How did you feel when you come out the wilderness
How did you feel when you come out the wilderness
40 days and 40 nights
Just like Satan tempted
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