Lyrics:
and praying for days
What about saying you'd hear, in the midst of my tears, if I would just call on Your Name
What about us
Remember You met me and kept me
sporty
Low ridin and tossin up a forty
Thinkin in my mind that no
One could handle us
The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles
I found life was much
Lightning strikes
The asphalt gleams wet
No turning back
The line is drawn
Through this tempest we carry on
Brothers and sisters
Hand in hand
Facing fury
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
Slained by the hands of the blacks
[ Big Daddy Kane ]
Ooh, the topic of brothers gettin scared
But who can relate it, debate it, eliminate it or escape
Behind bars tonight after a string of residential burglaries
Kick door, kick door
Police took in Dominique Williams and Billy Williams
Kick door,
He's nice too.
(He's nice too.)
Sarah Jackman, Sarah Jackman,
How's by you? How's by you?
How's your brother Bernie?
(He's a big attorney.)
How's your
From the day we were born side by side
Brothers and sisters our bond we can't hide
Through laughter and tears we've grown so strong
In each other's
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on these
the same
And I feel
The light in your eye
And it's calling me
Stay, just a little bit longer
It burns
Like a fiery star
In the midst of the night
like pain is all you gain
Hold on, hold on
Through every storm hold on
Even in the darkest night
Walk by faith and not by sight
Hold on, hold
(One man, zero worth, wine box...hey brother, hey brother, hey brother, hey sister...)
It's me, it's me, it is the queen so
Shawty got the green
soul, with your soul
Brand new fathers now in the midst
Children lead us in blissfulness
Please keep their souls, keep their souls
In the unknown,
and recorded by the Dorsey brothers
Orchestra in 1934 and 35
(10) The Piccolino: Dance tune by
And featured in Top Hat
(1935) where Fred Astaire danced
It with
me
But if the laws in the bible are bogus
Then prepare for anarchy
Worst case scenario is there never ever was a higher power
So in the midst of chaos
Like my babymomma
Because she cause problems
And in the midst of all of this
I just f***ed up ah quarter
Straight to the block
He skipping school tryna
Enveloped in black void
An infant, left alone
Absent the protective gaze
Cornered, narrowed down
No horizon in empty space
No hope in the stars
One by one
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
The salt it makes the sea, a pirate's life for me, no matter the storms we weather, in my hats another feather
When I was a young lad, by the water
See they say the grass is greener on the other side
I wonder how life looks in my dead brother's eyes
Like dear Lord please, don't let me see my mother
in your clique, I'm bawlin' wit'cha trick
Golden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists
When I breeze by, you be groovin' in the midst
Of my cycle,
harmonies combined
In the War of Eternal Struggle, our destinies entwined
As I tread the path of Light, my Soul is now well-defined
Together with my brothers
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