Lyrics:
Tra tra tra la la me and
Muscle been bad from the start Spaces took you man far
Why youn still Job seeking that's poor
I just let them man talk
Cah in
There was a man, whose touch was gold
Please understand that I envied everything he'd hold
There was a man, who I'd die to be
But this poor man was
And told him to kill that man
Like this whole song was just some kinda sickly devised plan
To hurt some poor cunt I don't even know
And I've never met
a championship
But before I banana clip
I'mma chill so my man can rip
Little man against Hellion
With the heart of an orphan
I got the words of a murderer
Said they just don't make 'em like this no more
In fact they never made 'em like this before
I'm 'bout the baddest man that ya eyes done saw
Baby
Uhh... yeah... uhh...
[Verse 1: Nas]
Blessings of life to the children, they say life is like five days
Words of a old man with silver hair, in his
though she knows deep down inside
She knows something is wrong
Well, they no idle jubee dem couldn't cotch pon my pillow
Weh a love man for Nike
tell them 'bout consequence, no
Your talking like you a G
But you are killer killing your own
Your just a racist man's pussy
Tell me who wants
me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No we will not let
My baby's home from work and she's all alone
Sitting up in her room staring at her phone
What more can a poor boy do
I wanna send a little message
player gone broke trynna make it on my own
Little cash in a can's about all I can make these days
Aw Lord have mercy on a poor man set in his ways
Gone
I've wandered this here road
Not knowin' which way to go
I've seen every fork
And turned every stone
Burnt the soles of my shoes
Sang the poor man's
you, sweat
I'm shifting up the gear.
Lock and load.
I'll take you by surprise.
Lock and load.
The thrill of revving.
c poor man's dice.
His fortune,
Ten years in the jailer's eye
An' I'm thinkin' 'bout my baby
Looking at my life go by
Falling in the streets I'm broke
An' I'm laughing
Oh Lord I'm just a poor man but I've worked like a slave
I may not know what please me until I'm in my grave
I've lived without a lot of things I've
stand living through this Stand
I'm no Stephen King
I am the poor man's Christopher Carrabba But you're by my side right now
You're by my side for now
to make a rush for the door
But time's a currency, I'm currently poor
I'll be leavin' here soon, I don't mean to be rude, but
This scene ain't it for me,
Well, the summer day make a white man lazy
Well, all I've ever known is poor
Owe my skin to the country store
Throw my walls, my roof, my door
loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life, from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go
Will you let me go?
Bismillah!
No, we will
First bid for governor in 1958 by hedging on the
Race issue, against a man who spoke out against
Integration Wallace ran again in '62 as a
Staunch
at the gates of dawn calling to the fools, granny
Takes a trip through fields of joy
Black boots stomp, proceeds poppy fields following this baby boy
At last
the desire
To lead this boy out of the burning fire
Call it love or call it mercy
See, one night she was dreamin'
She saw a man who looked just like him,
This is the truth sent from above
The truth of God, the God of love
Therefore don't turn me from your door
But hearken all both rich and poor
sometimes remind of Hitler
what's the science behind that?
Word up, man, there's alotta shit goin' on around us man
This is how a nigga suppose to really
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