Lyrics:
each of you
London's not a place
It wasn't left beneath our boots
And by grace we have been blessed
With that most elegant of truth
You stand here not
She scrub em up, her legs that is
Fat puddy cat wit a head that's trill
The type of bitch have a nigga not paying bills
Fo real, by our God damn
tho') And through I try to move into the positive
(Fo' real tho') The more y'all don't want to let me live
When will you realize that I don't owe you
I never know what to say
Guess that you must have been joking when you said you were doing okay
And I wonder if I could have
Helped you feel a little
tough
no one to trust,
our time go come,
the grace must show,
6 years in this,
This one no be cruise,
God is my plug, they want to plug ,
turn by
only gonna kiss you on the check this time
Oh with all that I've done wrong
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every mornin'
of the family
After three months in a hospice
She did not live
Imagine the actual grief going back to the scene
To have your dead baby handed back to you
Wrapped
to see right through it a little that I know it was the Rap God himself so tell me can you reach the top shelf I deliver every single line with such
you accuse others of
You think you're religious, but you're drifting further away from your God
You say you don't blindly follow, that you have a mind
But this cloudy weather just reminds me
Of the time we spent together
And how you left forever like that
With a snap of fingers
Pain lingers, this is
you believe me or not
Spent so much of my time with the demons inside
All I care about these days is reaching the top
I'ma build this bitch, brick by
gun cause you so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
Buck blast and there holdin your s***
At least 6 of you and a couple more of you b******
more evil
What goes around comes around
Karma you know what I'm saying
You have got to release your hate
You have got to release your hate
I am a little beggarman and begging I have been
For three score or more in this little isle of green
I'm known from the Liffey down to Segue
And I'm
you need by the waves it's a vibe
Chilling, smoking, drinking
Living life like it's the weekend
Nah I said that last time, now everyday just be
are the new government.
Before the satellites:
In simple times we must take control.
With simple skies we create... more sky.
A simple land we must
this wealth
Stains on concrete marking where my tears fell
Stop showing all your feelings dude, remember you a male
Dear God, how many times I got
went down to the railroad yard,
And one of the few ladies that had helped him to spent
His money, came by to see him.
And she said "You fool!, you
Theodore Bikel:
This, as you might have guessed, is the end of the movie. The entire cast is assembled here at the Centerville Recreational Facility
tonight
You're the one writing this chorus
You're in control of your life
At least with deciding what you'd like more of
God, they say that you are for us
and fables
Unable to clarify where I’ve done harm
I’m unarmed, I’ll wait
I rest my case
To God I pray you don’t suffer what I have
And you keep an open mind
the twinkle in your eye
(I can see that you don't ever want to cry no more)
'Cause every time you ask me I'm grinding
It shouldn't have to be that way
You
time spent whining while I'm rhyming ill
Coulda been the time I spent inspiring lives and tryna feel
But I'm a real mess, every breath I feel death
I
In the worst of your fears
You have come so far to hear
That in turn they've showered your name
As the laughing stock
Now by fire, you must hang
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