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the armed forces
10 million more overseas – that's enormous
25 million workers paid for war bonds
All of the while people question why the war's on
There
a breath away
And through it all I've gotta hold
To what I know
I could throw my fist in the air
Demanding answers
But despite of all the questions
fitted hat, you can hear it in my voice as a matter of fact
Real trendsetters let me take you back, to that Hawk Moe and that Phat Pat
Ghetto boys,
to reply.
A question of priorities, in a universal role.
Memories surround of bitter times, so don't expect
Too much, as all seems lost,
When the worls
on the wall.
But it's no use to pose the question,
When the answers never sheen,
And then I have to face up to the facts
With saxophones and old trombones
But the fact is he can't be happy when you're angry
And you're so angry, he says you stayed so mad
And he heard it on the street that
You moved back
to heaven before I had died
I mumbled the question she calmly replied 'kathleen'
Well I remember my first motorbike
With her riding pillion I'd not heard
started a group rapping
Emcees wanted to fight us
Teachers would break up ciphers
I hated English, yet I evolved into a writer
And in spite of the fact that
Little brothers turn to workers, cops draw guns just to surge us
And question us about the murders until we figure why God cursed us
And that this wicked
you of my name
Every time you be counting
One,two
No question
I got some assumption
Now an era of submission
On this repercussion
I superscript patch
all of y'all and making you bounce
I got a question "So what you motherfuckers hatin about?"
See I can slow it and speed it up
Fine we can beat it up
questions to ask
Spared myself the never ending stories
But then again I wouldn't have come across
Those who taught me about loss
And about not wasting
late to fix these things
The pristine dream was over
Had to face the fact she split these genes with his sick seed
With skin the darkest pigment seen
y'all
In all the wrong places.
(verse 3)
And now I ponder, about the times that we might have
Caressing questions that sing from my mic stand
Like damn
Chris Ward is dangerous
For the fact my profile is mob style and gangsterous
[Chrous: x2]
[Lil' O] (talking)
Nigga that me nigga
I'm tired
together you didn't holla
And you knew I was clockin' dollas
I was mad but it kinda turned me on in fact
If I was your nigga I guess the next nigga
never have an answer and I never question why
I stare outside your window
Waiting for it to begin
As you turn I'll keep my head low.
Why can't you
existence. Who do we
Think we are Lord?
I guess a better question is: "Who do we think You are?" Maybe what they
Say is true, "outta sight, outta mind."
there [?]
She's mine
Plus she's blind to the fact that I'm The Jacka
Mista Cali Co packa
I have ta
Floss to be the boss
You just a black girl lost
But she
And now I've got a big question mark above my head
I am one step behind the big fall,
Before packing up and leaving
I'm stuck in a junction with
on your back just in black 'cause I couldn't understand the fact
That you had to pass and couldn't get a chance
To live a holy life
Always did something
Now you gotta ask yourself one question
Do you really want to fuck with me putos?
(gunshot)
[Verse 1]
Its party time so get the glocks for
you for the real life
Once again what do you see,
Why do you choose to ignore these facts
And I'm not kidding, about what it all comes to
And I
The place the mind keeps you away from by it's own process
Of building models for understanding
This is not insanity, this is in fact the ultimate reality
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