Lyrics:
on knee
Our faces pressed against the dusty railway carriage panes
As all our lives went rolling on the clicking wheels of trains
The school years passed
Driven by a fire
Burning deep inside
She says if life is what you make it
I'm gonna make it mine
She was young enough to question
Old enough to know
coming back
Turn on my TV just for more bad news
Little shorty got him a gun and shot his school
Can't even breathe cause the air so polluted
Got
meant to be
Love child, born in poverty
Love child, never meant to be
Love child, take a look at me
I started my life in an old, cold, rundown
Child, by society,
Love Child, never meant to be,
Love Child, diff'rent from the rest.
Hold on, Whoa.
I started school in a worn, torn, dress that
Universal as I stroll down the street
Africas's a bolling over flowing inside of me
I used to sport a curl made by Jerry
A Jerry curl
but as time
a lot of groups fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the Old School
'cause Rap is still a brand-new tool
I say no-one's from the Old
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
to throat a nigga then sign out
Nickel plated 40's are blowing your spine out
Old school Caddies with coke, come take a line out
Stingin' niggas for they're
of protesters filing to prevent the return the 8 year old Elian Gonzales to his father
Anarchy
Two teenage gunman enter Columbine High School and open fire
Some people live their lives by a little red book
The points for right lying out and guides them good
They never really mimic every word by eye
'Cuz
DIFFERENT LIVES & DIFFERENT WAYS
I MET SOME FRIENDS ON AN EMPTY STREET
WE WERE LAUGHING ABOUT
THE OLD SCHOOL JOKES
DICK AND DAISY MARRIED LAST WEEK
Some people live their lives by a little red book
The points for right lying out and guides them good
They never really mimic every word by eye
red-and-yellow thing, old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove
Now all my Bloods scream "Su-Woo and "Da-da-do"
I know my role
From the age of fourteen
I never thought I'd live to see
Myself in old age
Broken hearted lonely nights
Always on the outside
Such effort to turn
from the school zone
By the time I copped that half
Went down to Memphis like I'm Bleek
Knew my uncle Wade was dead
Grandma tried to tell me he was
on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here to stay
to do
You show me how it is
But I don't need you
To show me how to live
My crystal ball
My crystal ball
My crystal ball
OK
Cuttin' school playin' hook
rapping to the hoochies
Dirty old fat hoes come up with a smoochie
Hoochie coochie la la la la
I might pull your tongue out your mouth
And try to hang
quite familiar, I was raised by dealers
Life stealers, who quite realer than them old niggas
In the background of your pictures, ho nigga
Your daddy
or gentile
When you enterin' the realm, you find me at the helm
Still standin' like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like
or gentile
When you enterin' the realm, you find me at the helm
Still standin' like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like
"Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.
The "Priest," they called him. "Fight
and raided
Crimes are drug related
And we live by the street
Rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
For selling pounds of coke
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