Lyrics:
children, feel him?
(True)
Prolly not though, unless you got dough
You know what I mean?
You will think the grass greener
When you finally get green
I told
rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain
I entertain young niggas who slang
Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain
My shit bang, spit
what's your name?
Looking for the sun that Neil Young hung
After the gold rush of 1971
I just found out her ghost left town
The Queen of California is
in my Boffi kitchen by Rosa Dacosta women
Come from disturbing London, the city of foster children
Grateful what God has given save us from constant
fields that beckoned you
Are darkened by the years.
Go West Young Man
If you knew then what you know today
You'd be back where you started a happier
can't figure what where doing it for
We should be sending the wheat and meat and cotton
'Cause that man in the middle of city
Eatin' outta garbage
of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said you're judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it goes down
They'll kill you if you
Where you at? Where you from?
What you doing over here motherfucker?
Whatchu think? What you bang?
This ain't no mothafuckin game
Now I ain't
Papa's dead
Children, children now can you hear
Tell me Mama what do you mean by that?
Get your hat, put it on your head
Go to town, see your Daddy's dead
your children by your side
Ahh, no man ever claimed you, no woman ever changed you
Put a sign on the door you're untouchable
Put a sign on the door
(our children)
We are the ones that make a brighter day so let's start giving
All right, can you hear what I said? (So let's start giving)
There's
floating city
By my window at night
I see the lights to your floating city
Come and take me away
I want to play in your floating city
Floating city
Billa villa in here, pimp that's what I'm talkin' bout
Closed minded lil' children,
I write my way to a million, lookin' out the plane windows
Fuck
of gold
Runs a river of death indeed
An old hotel serves as a
Shelter for children
Of the street
Abandoned by the promised land
Set sail on your own
welcome
It only matters that your heart believes
And you confess
If you committed any sin you'll be forgiven
Calling on all of God's children (time
feeling like what I deserve I didn't get
But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up
And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up
1997
Are you optimistic
'Bout the way things are going?
No, I never ever think of it at all
Don't you ever worry
When you see what's going down?
desolation
Harboring both the pride and the shame of the nation
Living in the old
City young
City bold
City gold
City grime
City rich
City poor
City roar
City
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
the gold faucets
Be cautious, well known to take the weak hostage
U.S Marshalls on the way and they cut open the gates
Know we going to trial by the look
By Roth Brooks
Oceanwave I believe eh! Eh! eh!
I believe in are children
I believe children of the whole world!
Africa children,
Education
Children
those city streets
I do believe
Love came our way
Fate did arrange
For us to meet
Refrain
I love when you do
That hocus pocus to me
The way that
Someone to hold
I got to make it with that woman
When the nights get hot
And she goes walking by
And the city lights, and the city lights
They make
in and
My journey gets so long
I don’t spring back like I used to
But I’m still holding on
Holding on to what I believe in
Be it right or wrong
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