Lyrics:
Homicide he'll ride, they'll put him on trial
Let him have a life sentence then do it with a smile
And he only 19, he ain't even had a child
As a child, told
takes him by the hand
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah
La-la, how their life goes on
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah
La-la, how their life
You had the world's hopes and now you have their fears
They're starting to ask those silly questions about what's been going on
Since you've been
see you at the bank"" People gotta live their life and do their thing Let me live, let me breathe, let me be me He said, ""I don't see you
ain't here at the moment
But their position being vacant wasn't something I wanted
I know sometimes we have our differences but if we was brothers
Hash it
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
by our god
Who's hand is strong and bloody
And we're walking earth that's filled
With the bodies that he's killed
To get our people free to get our
surrounded by the haves
They say I can have some too
Just because of what I do
Do they think a lot about those who have not
Or does it just distract them from
and the like
So I put all their stories in this song right here
Staring at a half empty cup
Wondering if he's got enough
But the suits on TV says change is slow
been on the grind tryna find my way
People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay
People tell me I should let my light get away
Heaven knows that I'm
skates in this bitch
Falling on the floor, fuck around and break a bone
Eating calamari after shows, chopping Davy Jones
With Calypso on the coaster
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson
And these the motherfuckers that they packaged
Their new shit all be sounding like my past shit
Bring
today, blown away
From the wrong way, I'm killin these niggas the jones way
Let the psalm say, he died as a hata
Sooner than later, shoulda pop em since
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is
the right to bear arms
Which were very different back in my day
Today's guns have led to a raging debate
And everybody must have their say
Number three,
I'ma have to explain it to you like this
See, a rap attack means..
[Jalil ]
Deejays jammin in the street
MC's rappin to the beat
The people
the police, didn't have my ID
I said, "Excuse me, why you tryin' to rob me?"
He had the nerve to, say that I had a curfew
(Do you know what time it is?)
Out of the depths I cry to you, oh Lord
Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored
If you keep a count of sins oh who would stand?
But you have
alright and you think you're on
Somebody let me know
Will everybody in the place, put a whistle in your face
Scream it out and say yo, hit it!
You
your heart says (your heart says)
Standing up for what you know is (is)
Right, while everybody else is (is)
Tucking their tail between their legs
their GUCCI at GUCCI'S, not the swap-meet
Eat very well, much clientele
Whatever you need, they probably sell
High rollers
Yeah and let me break
kick it as if the beat was my enemy
You have thought it was tender me
On point like a widow P
Got that leverly give them dearies
That do what it do
Payin
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