Lyrics:
It's Like 5 In The Morning, Sunrise
Cage Full Of Birds One Flies
I'ma Tell Ya I'm Beached On The Sand
Jeepers Creepers The Features That Span
From
caught up with the fat black hammers out,
(where?) Pecknarm, black bandana town,
Slap that banger round,
Clap that faggot down.
*Verse 2*
The pain in my
so you wont be afraid
Cause you can't save yourself
So clear the city streets
Go lock and bar your doors
And turn on your t.v.'s
And you can save
"Ms. Jenkins"
A lot of tears shed over what you been through,
A mothers pain pays, for what her kid do,
As Bryan life fades, in the rear view,
You
I'm riding on the 5.40
Taking people back home in the morning
Find a safe spot and curl up against the window
Thoughts forming in my head, i'm
the bread
Bangin' out like I'm in a stashhouse fulla bricks
And it's comin' to get robbed by some niggaz with some 5ths
Bangin out nigga
Gotta take my
Take me out and rough me up and I'll be okay
I'm not made of porcelain, I can handle the pain
I got a brand new jacket, don't leave me hanging like
(all day)
Sometimes life can be a pain to the brain
Tryna maintain everything without bein' stressed (facts)
So I embrace every minute that I get
a cyclone
Time heals
Wounds scar
Tell us something that we don't know
Giving in to the pain I know I won't
Paparazzi take pics like a light show
to me
Told my brothers keep the Lord first or be six feet underneath, uh
They don't know me, so shit stop talking like you do
I be writing all my pain
feeling I will always live with it
Man it's still vivid
She died 5 years ago nothing I could help
My Lord has helped me with this pain that I felt
With
My mother was a witch
My father the moon
I was only five
When I met my doom
I had no future
I had no past
Just living for the moment
I am
nightmares and my dreams fall in love
This for my generation striving just pushing to grind
And all the people that be hustling nine-to-five
And all
feelin' like I'm too hard for the game I'm in
Caviar seats salmon, that's five, I filet my Benz
Militant is how I train my men
Nigga diss me at 9, he'll
rise from this shit
Put my life on the line, I would die for this shit
Always been the outcast, now I'm the misfit
I'll be busy doing me by the time
guys, in bed by nine
And up at five
Got to know them all well except for one we couldn't tell
Something wrong with his head couldn't tell her was
by material necessity
No roman blood for war
Rebellion grows
Mercenary for hire
Losing faith five hundred years about to crumble
Underneath
I'm a top secret
Harebrained plan
I don't feel no pain, so I don't mind
I got a whole hour to kill
Before the bus leaves
So slap me a high five
Do
bro-broke (ooh)
I want all the drugs in the world
To cure my sickness for some girl
Pain and pills all in my cup
We make love and then we uhh
I got keys
A musical
And nothing's as amazing as a musical
With song and dance
And sweet romance
And happy endings happening by happenstance
Bright lights, stage
suit you're throwing stones
Don't hit you hard till it hits home
Out of control out of control
Out of control out of control
Ignore the pain, for
and get ratted on by your own friends
Pointing out all your losses because they got no wins
No way no how
Am I coming down what I fucking know now
Soon
keep my brain calm, it numbs the pain
Look I ain't never gon, disrespect the game
If the fame come or it don't, I'm still gon make the change
I'm
shoulders
And pot smoke in their eyes
Only know about the place that they're in
From what it says on page 5
Chorus:
Sandalista,
The pain of the world is your
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