Lyrics:
and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me
You're the soul of the brother who won't come back
Who died in my arms on the railroad track
of ganja
A guy a look coke, send him go live a Colombia
Smoke the weed suh 'til mi eye dem a bleed
Me can't get the chronic, well di killer a leave
Forgive me all my brothers if you think that I'm a cynic
Artillery is coming in and shakin up the ground
when you get it danger close you recognize
Doctor Tay got me right
Doctor Tay got me right yeah
And I need and I need
Aye, look
Walk in this bitch and you know that we whipping
We fucking all
the lack
Gain a better mind to get you back on track,
Learnin inner self, it aint all about the racks
The grave don't care about 2 or 3 stacks
Wealth is in
it's been a lil' minute since I took some time to look down on you niggas
I know it's been a minute
I know it's been a minute
All of my time don't
chicken looks so timid but it's really not nice
Here's my warning you better listen boy it'll pluck out your eyes
Farmer took it to a physician and he said
Farrah couldn't Fawcett when I lost it
Give me that mic, you monkey motherfucker, you look exhausted!
When I'm tipsy, cut you like Bush cut Social
Angel in my eyes
You can't fly when wings are broken
You must show what goes unspoken
Don't you dare tell me I didn't try
When I just wanted peace
Look into my eyes tell me what you think I'm like, light brown half white lived a very black life
Any dirty spirit penetrates me gets a sanitize, I
money done changed me)
Sacrificed I put my life on the line
Close to death I look death in the eyes
Beat the odds stayed solid through that time
Red rum
I was raised in a canyon
By the country music station
In a richland deserrt dust bowl
And the radio towers would scrape the low clouds
And sway when
Bob sits at home and smokes pot
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
Bob sits at home and smokes pot
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
friends I could die for
I got a couple niggas I could kill for
When you look into my eyes all you see blood
I was feeling so down felt like giving up
All
stop when you're gone)
Look, our city never quite shook off
Rest in peace to Ricky Ross
Couple of niggas rolled, but most just took a loss
While
Since there's been a lot of open letters
Going around in this country
So I thought I must also write mine
Talk it out, you know
So sit back, relax
twenty's make the hustlers suffer
Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton ball
I've gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in malls
But nowadays you can't put it
They only ride when the weather is warm
You by yourself once you step in the storm
I got a talent the blessing is raw
I could do any flow
She told me
brother then you catching missiles
Got me a lil baddie her looks make you whistle
Been out in the field I’m hard bodied no tissue
Those smiles be so fake I
Chorus:
Live free or die
Don’t you know what I’m talking about?
Live free or die
Believe me when i say there ain’t no doubt
Take a look in my eyes
Verse #3
me, you don't realise
Body language fluent but I hear it in your eyes
One thing I hate is when somebody telling lies
Been watching, look I got too much
despise
Red is the color when you look in to my Organized/eyes
you'll see Konfusion
When I'm usin a style for abusin MC's are loosin.. quick
Cause with your eyes closed is how you die
Say goodbye to the bad guy, am I my brother's keeper
Reefa makes me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper
So watch
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