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Pride in His Face

Spoken

On Your Feet

1998

hurt you bring you to your knees.
You've got to find your way back home.
Nowhere else to roam.
He walks the streets, he walks far from home,
He's got

life is so real, they dog me in and bring me home nine-trey
Took the city on my own crime raid (N.Y.C.)
Invadin' clubs, with brazy bloods (tell 'em)

both were blessed
By one little blue-eyed princess
With the softest golden curls
You've ever seen

But then one day he met this pretty lady
And she had

Confused

Diamond D

Stunts, Blunts & Hip-Hop

1992

a knapsack on her back (Hello)
I said "Hello, what brings you around?
You used to try and diss me so don't say you miss me"
She said she made a mistake when

Ghettos of the Mind

Pete Rock

Mecca and the Soul Brother

1992

got to see my healthy son born (uh)
And now I bring him home to the ghetto
Only to make a stronger fellow (woo)
Maybe do some good for

got to see my healthy son born (uh)
And now I bring him home to the ghetto
Only to make a stronger fellow (woo)
Maybe do some good for

Rae Jepsen
I'm at my wits' end with most of these folks
They want clout, I just wanna bring my groceries home
Hail Mary, so I gotta hold my rosary close

shit that make me slowin' down
Get him down, I ain't no McGregor, I ain't tapping out
Wilding out, calling up Nick Canon, bring the canon out
Signing

on
It's time we bring something back home
I'll turn over every stone
You fronting for thinking that wrong
I just be bringing
The ways of the ocean

wire funds for a living
Then we bring that shit home and split a bag wit the killas
I been broke, so I aint scared to do a lot shit
We had hope, I used

Seconds to be exact
Eric Garner in a submission they made him tap
Can’t breathe
By Law Enforcement, to me they enforcing
That killing our colored skin today

eating `
And if I can't call em back tell em it's for a good reason
Cause I just tried faith it got one heck of a taste
I'll finish eating then ill bring

to see my hoes you won’t believe it
I got rich by the zone by the door playing defense
People always tell me to be humble but I’m so chill
Got it on me now

Or beat and stepped on like fresh breaks
Wake up in the morning swear you had a fresh faith
I stomp a nigga out till my legs break
Have him walkin around

me free 
i was wrote off, they said "leave him alone" 
i had no love at home so i hugged my crome 
through bad situations and tribulations 
now God is

to come and knock her pants off

And bring something slow that me and her could dance off

She can tell by this bulge in my jeans that I like her

Knowing

We live and die and recycle, the prisons high with the spiteful
My vision spied on a future, where written lies I recite will bring me good fortune

by suits
Everybody got a phone
In their back pocket
Not supporting any slaves
But it's Apple profit
Says me I wrote this on Samsung
But I won't post
In

innocent young black men are killed every day) 
RIP Oscar Grant, Killed at a bus stop in San Francisco by a cop sho shot him in the head with hand cuff on.

her friend just died, 

He was just alive, knew him 12 years always by her side, now her worse fears a here coz she's died inside, 

And she cries

knowledge for you weak minded mothafuckas
That's been pasted down to me
By my dope slinging older brother
And most of the niggas in
The bottom call him Nino

You bitches ducks like Aflac
Can't hang can't bring that rap back stuck in the past, I'm passed that
Don't bang don't rock that SnapBack
I wanna feel

you’re around

Then I turn my back one time and then I find out that you’re fucking with him

 

Girl for you I lost my mind and I can’t get over it

Girl

the times right 
Then imma leave cause it's my flight 
All the way in Dallas with an Angel 
He told me what his life's like  
Came back home with a Selenite