Lyrics:
Secretly trafficking
I'mma diamond found in the rough
Touch by an African
My mom tall, my dad too
I'm not as black as him
But imma my daddy son
He said
days up in London
Ain't no summer for us
They tryin' to take A
They want my brother in cuffs
And I just came home
This ain't nothing to us
Like the court
the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
When the fog's too thick to see
And I saw a friend beside a wall
Her hands were raised in
the witness?
Who will be the witness?
Who will be the witness?
When the fog's too thick to see
And I saw a friend beside a wall
Her hands were raised in
Miss Fortune
Brothers, you must proceed with caution
Don't let lady luck pass you by, no
You might as well give good grace a try
All I wanted was
she been a fan
Plus she been a fan
I put my hand in the bag and I'm
Rolling it up high as ceiling fans
(Yeah high as ceiling fans)
I ain't got time
illustrating how I do damage
They keep my hands in raps cuz they say they're lethal weapons
For me it's a sparring session for you it's a boxing lesson
I
I'm a black Michaelangelo
I'm the brother who ideas are colorful
Givin em insight but givin em trouble to
Comprehend cause they thoughts won't
Time is cheap still can't afford it
So I just try to avoid it
By drowning in my thoughts I
Just drink, sing, then record it
Take a walk to sooth my
brains out, punk and act the f***in` fool
Or you can hand your guns over, and let everything be cool
But know this: I won`t hesitate to peel your wig
You know I walk alone
I walk, I walk the trail of fear
I pound my fists at you
I'm shunned away by you
I wash my hands of you
I want to let me
and His back against the wall
(Jesus)
Eloi Eloi Lama Sabachthani
The words of the Lord Jesus in His agony
(Jesus)
This is my King Jesus who went through it
in the bottles, forgot what I spelled
When I walk in the section, they screamin' out, "Jenn" (Jenn Carter, Jenn)
Feelin' bent when I pop me a ten
[Verse One]
Yo! Shorty was used to being jiggy
But then he fell off and did a bid
For spanking this kid up in the city
Sitting pretty, pimping an ac
bang
In a zone then i go conversating with god
I got a flow that be given from Jah
Put your hands together like you know the host
At the table when i
nauki ziom
Nic jak porażka tak cię nie trzeźwi
Pamiętaj, wiedza to potężna broń
Dzięki niej możesz bariery przebić
Siegnąć powierzchni i zostawić dno
By
I was one that got away,
A young and restless renegade
Chasing my dreams, still on the run,
I had some moments in the sun
Years flew by like
no more
Hands high, buckled in, here we go
I feel forsaken salvation shakin’
My faith's been taken
Now my mind is achin’
All those times when
cell
I was slipping from my sanity and everyone could tell
My brothers in there cause he caught a fucking body
Free Joel
When they had set me free i knew
bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking like
hundred, walk in straight line, fuckers are afraid to look in my eye.
I think I already told you that I'm kind of a freak
And if it doesn't work for you then
wasn't me, I wouldn't have this much fun
Do my dirt by my lonely, you can't snitch on nothin
In the off chance you did, I'll handle it
Have your business
for Diani
And if I die then she'll be protected by Amani
That's her bigger brother and I love the way he love her
She a girly-girl, she love
know there ain't no doubt
I'm just a victim of circumstance
Please mister give me a helping hand
Brother won't you understand
I walk alone in
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