Lyrics:
the game
I'll be damned if a thin' changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustlin' to make a million, Lord knows
Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
napoleon vs genghis on rap tracks
And in black slacks I stand before the world ready to die
My legacy will be continued by multiple twinkles in my eye
So who
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs
against the world
Oh-oh
Stuck in the game
Me against the world, baby
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
room in my heart for you wishing bad
By myself on this road where my brothers at
Ay
Where my brothers at
Where my brothers at
Where my brothers at
Where
shall force myself by force, no matter who's my brother
War for peace!
Crying victims right to my eyes say 'don't kill please'
Nature's claiming for
From the highest mountain, valley low
We'll join together with hearts of gold
Now the children of the world can see
This is a better place for us
and bodies cover the fields.
Maim and kill them, take the women and children.
Fallen brother as I hold closed your side
I fear this wound your last.
And then they hush their children back to sleep
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand
dome
Not to go for the honey when the bee's at home
That comes naturally
That comes naturally
My tiny baby brother
Who's never read a book
Yours, and mine
For we are all transported from somewhere
Brought in by the breeze from sea to shore
Settled on fallow ground, grateful for sunlight all
for which we pray, what's going on
When our children can't play , homeless can't eat
There's got to be a better way, what's going on
When we politically
who bury our boys when the policeman aims
We are your union brothers
Who spilt our blood for others
So that all might rise in class
We are the poor
couple of guns
The funds wasn't the issue, it was other shit
That had me flippin' on my brother's shit
Stealin' from my mother's shit
Cry by myself, I
dirty gutta
With tuxedos on your mind
You want a glass of champagne
You want it paid for by the pain
Shout your national anthem
For all your
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
The other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker
If I acted like I didn't care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by
a little somethin' man
All these brothers around here fiendin' for that crack-a-lack-a-lack
You dig what I'm sayin'? Yo man, all they wanna do is get what
the cut, have you streamin' (yeah)
Momma don't know what a lil' nigga feelin' (uh-huh)
Daddy been gone, all my brothers stay trippin' (uh)
Oh, for every
show you the door, you see
The rest is for you to explore
Seek the truth on your own
And feel the Light of Dawn
Free, walk my brothers in fire
Free,
And by the time they miss me
I'll be long gone, yeah, long gone
For some people life is just a garden
You know it seems like they can just
Pick
I've got scars on my face
I've got scars on my back
I received during a turf war
That took place down by the railroad tracks
Fighting for a place to lay
And then they hush their children back to sleep
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand
listen
Closely on what is now being advertised
In East Harlem as the "Rainbow
Conspiracy" - a combination of
The Students For A Democratic Society
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