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were loved by your family and adored your precious son who now is forced to live his life without his father at such a young age, only 4 years old.
You
the music but I ain't earning
All this pain I know it's deserving
Show people good but inside I'm hurting
I'm ruined by my mind I think it's time to go far
I been a plug since days of the school high
I pray and shrug nowadays when my soul cry
I been a plug since days of the school high
I pray and shrug
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
the night sky
I don't think there's anyone out there
Who can hear my cries
I think that we're alone
All these religions they abide by
Are just ways to hide
tight
They risked it all for me so I gotta make it right
Born by knife it makes sense I got a sharp tongue
Came out 32 weeks I had to start young
the people cry and pray
They bury their dead then they all go away
And here I work and I somehow hide
From a world that rushes by outside
But each night
Yo young Gotti
Pick up the shotty
We gunna be tardy
No party just war
The wars at the door
Its Babylons whore
People must rise
See through the lies
or white
I don't wanna see my people die no more
I don't wanna see no modern slavery no more
I don't wanna see no mama cry no more
I don't care doesn't
some people cry
You already know
Yeah, you know
How that open muscle throbs
Some people try
So hard not to cry
You see them choking
As they're holding
Men lie, women lie too
Men cry, women cry too
Men die, women die too
Sometimes feelings not true
Bhristo talk to em' slime
Gang ask how you doin
come from
The place where your fate is a mic or a bull or a dumb dumb
A jail cell a pine box and brothers is dumb young, young boys
Still bustin' guns
hear my cries
Help a young black male rise
Enemies pose as friends
Player never know when his life'll end
Can't trust too many, can't cross the game
Walk
Hear the cry of a young boy
In a city running wild
Hear the cry from a mother
Who just lost her only child
Here the cry from a people
Who have
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Adventure seeker on an empty street
Just an alley creeper, light on his feet
A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt
With the pain
Nigga we posed to be Kings
We ain't posed to die by 25
Posed to be there for our Queens
Ain't supposed to see all of these mothers cry
Nigga we
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
then the more I cry
For my people im passionate, got a feeling that a lot of people laugh at us
Try to spread love cuz that's whats up but whats
Sail away where the wind blows sweet and young birds fly
Take a sister by her hand
Lead her far from this barren land
Horror grips us as we watch you
Sail away where the wind blows sweet and young birds fly
Take a sister by her hand
Lead her far from this barren land
Horror grips us as we watch you
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