Lyrics:
When a man is exhausted & physically drained
But the challenge before him has only begun
When the extra mile was 10 miles ago
And he still has 10
Runaway love (runaway love)
Little Nicole is only ten years old
She's steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold
Why she's not pretty and nobody
move they as flaw as it get
I'll rob you put the squad
Introvert by nature not that i don't like people I'm just kind of throwed off
Feel like everybody
Bizzy, he's been here the past six years
Mash with me again and imagine this (he's)
Mentally ill from Amityville (he'll)
Accidentally kill your family
Bizzy, he's been here the past six years
Mash with me again and imagine this (he's)
Mentally ill from Amityville (he'll)
Accidentally kill your family
they separate us by identity
Cause they know that class would unite us
They seen it all over the world
They spent a hundred years trying to fight it
They
some Cartoons
Than headed straight outside
We was told to be back before we saw the street lights
'Cause by 10 O'Clock, they was out there bussin' wit'
Some things are going wrong, and I don’t feel fine
The evils of the world corrupting young minds
Most of my people struggling to get by
Embracing
ten-toesing
Verses dripping in the lighter fluid
Got the torch, they gon know I'm chosen
I give the music a meaning, I mean it
Been easy to see it
The emptiest
stack it to the ceiling
Distractions big backs pretty women
Straight action you can't ever catch us slipping
On the roads
Stack it and I ghost
Might fly
humans[05:59.29]With spiritual experiences[06:05.06]Visions is the last song of the album[06:10.30]This song was co-written with Nicci[06:12.51]And was inspired by
Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse Jackson
For some Affirmative Action
Chorus: repeat 4X
Can-I-Bus ! Yes you can!
Don't ever open your mouth and mention
stock game up
Moving like a Clockwork
Therapeutic
This is not work
Cross on my arm
But I haven't been to church for 6 years
Wonder by my motives
I ain't
what my motive is,
My fantasies ain't typical,
What turns me on is slittin' a throat,
Sacrifice you like a goat,
Pray to God I don't come back for
first impression
I won't tell you what to do, but I got a suggestion
My circumstances are problematic, my motives emphatic
Ain't afraid of no static,
years carrying the team
And throwing talcum powder
Writing wishes into sweet sixteens
And blowing candles out
Stop the presses, start the tape
I wanted
w's
Girl wassup with you
I'm in love with you
No I'm not
Feel like a chicken
The way that my motives are questioned at every road I cross
Living life
But I ball just like father
Yea it's the first me
At home prayin for the sun
Told me forever
Didn't last a season
Told me it was love
By yo actions
three years I been getting distant
I been lacking patience
Cause I don't wanna listen
I wanna see action, right
Like what motives you packing?
What kind
actions
In your first child i'll begin my verse now
Sometimes I speak and I feel
Like it ain't my words
Like I'm just a vessel
Channeling inside this
sitting here with all this pain, that felt all-encompassing
Not all things easily come into passing
Motives tend to be unmasking
Other actions tend to be
slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son
I’ve never been one who doesn’t take full
Responsibility for his actions, but damn
I really don’t deserve this
If I hadn’t traded my blue Marc Jacobs
your blood look there’s the last drop,
Red,
Green converts to and it’s said
That it don’t care bout the dead
Just too focused on the motive
Let
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