Lyrics:
What up ja
What up?
What's the deal?
Nothing cam you can't be feeding niggas
Why not?
'cause they don't appreciate shit
I guess they gon'
talking about what you got, huh
Went out and bought for you
How much money I make
And what school our children go to
And all the fancy clothes and big
Once my heart
Now a rock
Times like waves
Nothing is saved
Can I consider our love?
They suck
And they want more
Some wine
Barrels of blood
I won't
check this out
Lemme know
There's my mother pounding grain
Sun over her head, it n't rain
Blood in her veins, boiling again
She won't break, pride is her
nigga, you gonna know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one's at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
nothing but pain
There is blood on your hands
I want you to have wondered, why.
Cannot hold nor forget
Trying to hold, trying not to forget
Swallowing
sounds up loud
You are nothing
But another face in the crowd
Corner store John Doe, lookin for a name
The shit you provide me
Is nothing to the game
I'm
that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shawty I'm telling you this for your own good (uh)
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for
the echoes of the choir in my mind.
The Sermon on The Mount
Portrayed in coloured glass.
But the stories told in Sunday school,
The sound of hymns long past,
rivers of central London, the Ganges burning steam
In this moment time means nothing but the pulse beating in my wrist
Half drunk in far away places
cursed by all options possible
I went to a college and I got a degree
My uncles left school for jobs at 15
Some folks need nothing, they can naturally
go away
But if you stay, I'll make you a day
Like no day has been or will be again
We'll sail the sun, we'll ride on the rain
We'll talk
with me, I can guarantee you'll be makin' the news
P flows like no nigga, twenty-six but I'm a old nigga
Don't make me fuck around and show niggas
How
the view
And this road keeps changing
I'm counting dotted lines got nothing better to do
My blood rearranges
Crying Jesus Christ I wish that I never knew
You
that boy there: he done dead, he done buried, not there: go
on Mary don't worry
I'm dead to my sin but alive unto Christ by the price of his blood
the air
And there's bugs everywhere
And there's blood everywhere
And there's blood in my vomit
There's no way to stop it
There's food all around
But there's
it's all for show nothing but show
In my hood there's shortage
If he doesn't kill me, it'll suck me
Can't get darker than midnight
Here we go
all the treasure hard work yields
But bread is put on the table with blood sweat and tears
And I'll take this world on my own
Your silence means nothing
flesh
Tear me limb by limb
For all of my life I've felt nothing but hate
My thirst for death, forever unmatched
Not even you, my Demon God
Do not know
but I'm not really chasing mine
I soak it all up like a sitting fly
'Cause nowadays getting by, nothing more than an occasional meal and getting high
for largemouth bass
Workin' on cars to make 'um fast
Summertime hangin' out at the lake
Chillin' on my boat
But nothing compares to lovin' you
By your
know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one's at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
Mechanicals never mattered
stand in our way
Destruction of life,
But we are the ones who will pay
Slaughter their faith
Killing their youth
Raping their land
By the blood
raised to accept others and talk to strangers
In middle school my peers knew me for the worst behavior
But it was these 4 words spoken by Lord and Savior
I
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