Lyrics:
way that you're gonna get paid
It's what we call the working day
Now there's no down what Joe's all about
He's a hard-working man who sleeps on a couch
color or sex
Accept Him, don't reject Him, heed the call of the Christ
He's at your heart's door knockin', He awaits a reply
This life is temporary, lay
heart a beat rapid)
(shags man and the gold mine pon a different tip)
Heartbreak suzie playing with my mind
(this is what you call a dance hall
All you sucka duck rappers, your era is through
You call yourselves kings, that is only a dream
You need style and ability to make a team
So ya
the world
El Alumbrado, begins to start praying, Dear God, Also known in Arabic as Allah
Let me live another day, l apologize, for all the wrong things, I've
inside yo water bottle
But they don't, they don't, they don't wanna ruin the surprise
I been up, like two and a half days
Homie we All American U
American city
That you cant find on any map
And it's got a 100,000 tons of American diplomacy
Flight quarters, flight quarters
Man all the flight deck
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna call it
All you bitches gonna die
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna
and expect, no reaction
Was I, just to you, yet another, distraction
You dodge all my calls
Guess you lost the attraction
She’s been out of reach hard to find
Innocence in your mind
All the stories you are telling
Could be printed for Times
Call reporters who are selling these
A issue for a dime
No idols that
stutter
Did I cough
It’s Free Drick and Wodey
Free all them jitz
Pull up on your ass
I’m with all the shits
Call my my gun Lucane
It got all the kick
For
nothin', just a document
When it's across the globe, it should be obvious
That all the pain she went through's worth more than an American's
But in her
in your system rejects to feeling outrage? Take a sip. Ah! Feel
the surge. The red! The black! The green! Through your veins to your
heart, come stomp
the service of heaven
I wanna spend it with you
From eternity to forever
Got another call from a friend this morning
Telling me I didn't have to wait
'til I
night
Open all night
Turn on the neon
That you call your heart
Short stay
For rent
Until I depart
Always a vacancy
Safe and warm
Always a port in a storm
In the 1930's
An economist named John Keynes
Predicted that by the end of the 1900's
Americans would be working
Fifteen hours a week
Keynes was
out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel
Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped
Everyone’s sick around me and I’m starting to get a cold
I don’t know why people want to hang out when they’re sick, it’s very American
No one wants
the American dream that don't apply me
2020 hit and before we could even settle in
Families all across the world started losing relatives
People trying to num
neglect your time
No matter the pain, it will change don't reject the fight
Pain is just a part in life we all go through so take the time to make your mark
in the heart before a knife in the back
Rap extraordinaire Sophisticated manuscripts
Illuminated through a light from all my Disadvantages
I let ‘em
To take a walk in central park
And marvel at God's creation
But then
To be approached
By yet
Another Karen
Who forgot
That as a child
We were taught
To not
The Self-Existing by Whom all subsist,
I cry out to Your mercy for succour, and from Your punishment I seek protection.
Make righteous all my affairs, and do not
and justice
O The Ever-Living, The Self-Existing by Whom all subsist,
I cry out to Your mercy for succour, and from Your punishment I seek protection.
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