Lyrics:
Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap
I got to apologize to Mos and Kweli (Kweli)
But is it cool to rap about gold
If I told the world I copped it from
a city far away
Or perhaps in your very own backyard
Two children escaped to the grassy fields
There they saw all kinds of wonderful and marvelous things
West Side is the town you will see me
Run through the city with the gold weed
Stop by my crew my homies
Ain't gonna do much just smoke weed
West
trillions
The cost of weapons ran into zillions
There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet
And the children in Africa don't even eat
Flies on their
I believe that children are our future;
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
Show them all the beauty they possess inside.
Give them a sense
I believe that children are our future;
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
Show them all the beauty they possess inside.
Give them a sense
figured how they ride
I rep my city full pride,
Like a beast I’ma stay alive
Now do you want to live or you want to die?
Targets on sight built by fight
blinded by the rays of light
Can you see the signs?
Echo in the sky’s luminance
Here we are
A drop in the ocean
Oh my lord
What's the meaning of it all?
like the
Inner city and moochers
Hip hop thugs who sell
Their white children drugs the KKK and NRA
With Putin, Wikileaks and the CIA
Evangelicals voted
What's all the money in the world when my daughter doesn't know me
When my heart repeats in murmurs
Blank verses she ignores me
Singing by her coffin
wants you too
They say the train to my future just passed by
Well am not damn to believe that a flat lie
It's your life don't get strangled by your neck
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
to see us win you kill us in a matter of minutes
Tainted our existence, white sinners killing innocents and inner city children
Black is not a sin
Black
about taking you overseas, ain't hanging locally
Get on the road for me, you're gold to me
Now I dream about midnight summers in the city of love
(Yeah,
people gave him 40 im
still ridin around tha city with the 40 i think what
tha f*ck i wanna think just run up on me.
chorus: think he all that he think
flame
Would move some to think in rings
And gold would be our power
And other foolish things
And you who dream of liberty
Must not yourselves be
I believe that children are our future;
Teach them well and let them lead the way.
Show them all the beauty they possess inside.
Give them a sense
panic is what we will show
Welcome to the Bay It's that Red and Gold
It's that Red and Gold until we Dead and Cold
As the world look in awe our whole
desert you
We know what we doin, we wise and we chillin
We calculate against the continued cries of our children
They may be cryin now but they won't be
believe in the walls of Jericho
I believe they're coming down
I believe in this city's children
I believe the trumpet's sound
And you can go there too
(are the world)
We are the children (are the children)
We are the ones that make a brighter day so let's start giving (all right, can you hear what I'm
can't erase what we building
It's all in good faith for the children
In the city of the frozen
Gotta keep up your composure
Seen the bottom seen
Yeah
And the question is why
Prozak, Saginaw what up?
Tech N9ne, Kansas City what up?
Twista, Chi-Town what up
And we do it like this
How can
get concious minds provoked and ghetto passes revoked
cause we surrounded by the evil, you know that the people's minds
is feeble they believe in it,
Discuss these what children believe by gold city Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In