Lyrics:
A white wooden cross by the side of the road
One someone lost that I did not know
What would I do?
What would I do?
If a white wooden cross meant
Six white horses coming two by two
Six white horses coming two by two
Coming for my mother, no matter how I love her
Six white horses coming two
We were white and they were black
And our lives they were divided by the railroad tracks
But we'd meet up every morning at that riverbend
It's
talk it, I live it
Like Eli I did it, jokes on you mothafucker and I get it
No paper hoe, but you can have some more of me
Or-gy, or are we, speakin'
I'd give you
Just seem to pass me by
No matter how I try
I hope you understand
This is not what I had planned for us
God only knows if my
Together I know noone else is gonna last forever
You're gonna be alright tonight
No matter what the world throws at us
We'll get back up again, again
and make eight figures
Turned from a goon to a great young nigga
No complaining just doing what it take young nigga
I was raised in a decade of hate young
out and I piss on they shoes in public
People, we the pirates, the pride of this great republic
No matter what you order, muh'fucker, we what you're
loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Georgie went to New York town
where he quickly settled down
and soon became the toast of the great white way
to a great young nigga
No complaining just doing what it take young nigga
I was raised in a decade of hate young nigga
Always dodging polices because they hate
what about the hardcore that ain't hard anymore?
Or the shit talkers who ain't shit anymore
Or the old fighters who can't fight anymore?
Or the white
I took my baby to see a show.
She was telling me she didn't want to go.
I said, "Come on girl, what's the matter with you?"
But I could tell by
at
I'm letting you know what's up, and if you don't play by the rules
Oh baby, you get cut, I talked so much, you took my love
You took my love, I thought
black Americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that
The money we spend on sending a mothafucka' to jail
A young
what about the hardcore that ain't hard anymore?
Or the shit talkers who ain't shit anymore
Or the old fighters who can't fight anymore?
Or the white
black Americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that
The money we spend on sending a mothaf***a' to jail
A young
black Americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that
The money we spend on sending a mothaf***a' to jail
A young
matter no one say it ain't true
But homie no lives matter until black lives do
Until that day and there after, I stand by you
Homie no lives matter until
gonna have a good life
We gonna have a good life
You better keep on pushin'
No matter how broke you are
'Cause I'm broke down and I'm bankrupt
And you're
And late nights
You're in the tank with a great white
Fearless
Taking what I need
And I live by three words
And that's why not me
Didn't want me to have it
will live in my heart forever
I'll forget about you-never
No matter what I do I won't stop loving you
Or the times that we had together
You will live
everyone would love to drown
Now it's gone, they say it doesn't matter what for
When you build your house, then call me
It was just like a great dark
cover
With no one runnin' by your side my blood brother
On through the houses of the dead past those fallen in their tracks
Always movin' ahead
to go when there's no place to hide.
I follow the bombs as they're coming down.
This must have been hallowed ground.
No matter what they decide
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