Lyrics:
curses, it's time to reverse
We can't let it get no worse, we gotta pave the way
For the future of our kids, tomorrow is a new day
Break the cycle, rewrite
it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels been tryin' to get the bacon
By makin' a brother into somethin' he is not and
You're
I see I'm meant for bigger things, not today's slavery
Instrumental's by the dozen move em like a QP
Puffing gas if it's pretendo throw it like a QB
with my brothers quick
Now it's death and taxes or I should've wore a rubber shit
Had it since it young man, always been professional
Had to go and get
to the future
With the twist of the dial
Reloaded with my man from the menace file
Reppin for the west so I takes a deep breath
Exhaling on the track kid ... so
sittin' by the Benz grill
Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair
Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit
Enough money to slum kids, kings will
to Ishmael
Tiger-skin hammers sittin' by the Benz grill
Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair
Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit
Enough
heard I was a man now
Like a sneaky pedophile that steady lurking with his pants down
They been fucking with the kid, yeah the youngin' is legit
Ace
brothers win
I'm tryna pass my siftings, they don't see the seasons shifting?
I'm peeking through the veil is lifting
The lord been showing me everything
brothers
And sisters
They say the love us but don't want to help us
So we lead by example
Cus our children are champions
You lead
I'll lead
You lead
We'll
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
years old he could've carried the rock
Like Jonas Metoxen known as Met the Ox
Ran through them miles like an eight man box
Lots of kids today couldn't
Eighths to the face spark a jay every sun up
Throw the hatred away start embracing each other
Faking it won't get you greatness my brother
Trust me you
from what I'm spitting
Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota
Getting stoner, Jonas Brothers
Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie how these birds are
it takes to make a kid future great
They fuck with us fiending for some dollars that they feed from us
Too entitled and rich to admit their defeat from
You should mind yours
Baby my new accessory is mocha colored
And saving herself for marriage like a Jonas brother
Even though that shit is real and I
the kids a fighting chance to have a great future
And not worry abt being shot and killed in the streets by police or by us
We have to make a change within
Eventually there will be hell
The future just does not look well
All fair use, it was made by myself
Just do it, put your ego on the shelf
In
the kingdom of God is uplift your downtrodden brother
The best thing you can do for your kids is love their mother
The best thing you can do for your future is
Can't be stain by the Volture
Then look into the future thenyou will see my picture
Been captured in the future I'm the vision
Take paper and pen let me
the fucking kid to stone
Lately I been in the mode
Fuck whoever been opposed
Spit this shit they feel it
Different every instrumental
Watch them, know they move
fighting
He took it pretty badly, she took both the kids
She said, "I'm not standing by to watch you slowly die
So watch me walking out the door
Out
When he read his mail like a transcript
"Don't say a word kid, I know ya, son O' Jonas ya name is Simon
But I'm gone' complete ya and call you Peter
come content for big brother but only if you're Abel
Lets go
Ha ha ha ha
Walrus Eyez 2031
Time travel motherfucker
I am here from the future to tell you
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