Lyrics:
how to live by livin' right where I land
So come on sing along with this song
Gotta rock it on the radio, takes you where you wanna go
There's
Between the lines, people see signs
When they feel the sear, every day's fear
And one night their torches
Find the girl without a name
And the one who
a paper bag,
We suffer for your promised land
Excuse is really thin,
Hide your revealed Achilles' heel
Before a new brave morning
All you little
of niggas sittin back and seein it
Scape through the light penetrate streets is trife
Representin from the lands of the guns and good smoke
Heavy shines,
Hey!
You might feel like a stranger,
You’ve been lost in a strange land.
You might be on a distant shore,
Don’t know what they’re having planned.
keep on slippin'
Slobs keep on slippin'
[TROLL]
Undercover Slob ain't shit, that's on Crip
I can't stand them, I line 'em up, back to back
And I'ma cap
to step aside Tell the girls to form a line
The king is back to claim the land again Wanna light ?
Let's get it open Need to love I am the one Time
Dirty people take what's mine
I can leave them all behind
They can never cross that line
When I get to the border
Sawbones standing at the door
done never change for nothing in the world, we live for the baby boys and girls, we brought 'em to the promised land. We done had this dream since little
In the land across the sea
They speak about a sailor
In the days of mystery
When earth was a different place
And you still will hear the tale
They
on the floor now
This bottle in my hand
In the confusion
It seemed the safest place to land
Now I can't stand
Everytime I'd think of you
I'd start to cry
Oh Granada I see, from the land to the sea
Like a bird in the sky I stare down on your view
Oh Granada, are you slipping away?
Oh Granada I feel
inside
It's not the sun-baked brick lines in your skin
Thick with chain grease, aged and clumsy hands
It isn't struggled words you fight to say
Verse 1
A line so fine you wonder which way you should fall.
In time you'll find the comforts here behind the wall.
I live to give the point of view
soul, Oakland, California, land of sun
Come through, control your destiny
What's to be of tomorrow if you never fight?
Recite to teach the young so
don't know my name yet but there calln me coke
I'm usually around the waist and in the line in the coats
so they can sneak me past customs and the guards
"Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans"
In this land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my face
A brotha never gets
In the desert plains
They ride
Two faced killers on the battle line
No defeat
One kind deed
And bullets to your brain
Here they wanna go
the "eden" with hands
All the lines in your hand
From the burdons of your prayers
Saw the murder on the face
Of the paperfront today
His grand illusion
lead, I say
When it's dark fuck the dumb, I'm on the run
Go to the shack for somebody black that want to come
Original man in a swamp land habitat
Old
hoes got game
Runnin' down a line of niggas like an Amtrak train
Can't explain why, I'm too busy high
Herb got my mind, seein' that I'm passin' em by
[Hey you shadow bastards! We'll blow your asses out of space and time! Understand?]
They came to take our land and lifes
To terminate our race
Pulled out on this black man, in the black land
He used to sell white rocks, and black cops used to riff
White cops ain't say shit, on the day shift they
going underground
It's a whole new world
On the other side
We can find our friend
At the end of the line
No matter where we fall
Or where we
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