Lyrics:
little brother's born,
Off of clexander lane
Then the drugs invade, and the love abstains
Every day he's home it's like we see another face
Til it's all
from the friend by the showmanship
And the bones that don't bend
So now I'm studying your moves like
You the only one that knew how to do right
Liars provoke us stoking fires pyres is smoking
We dying they choke us while others stand by are you joking
Wonder why I'd grow this way and still smile
control
Pompano Beach is where the Devil stole my soul
"Lord, Let Your Love Shine Through Me Like a Fog Light
So Those Who Are Lost, Sick, Or Dying
May
plans, and the rest just lost
What it cost? What's the ticket?
My niggas is all with it
Catch wreck when I'm in the building, gimme the mic and I'mma rip
Now secondly ima catch em when his brother leave
This double three bet it handle shit in front of me
Got the blower ima blow this nigga by the trees
feel old
When I'm with you, I feel right at home
I don't wanna talk about my feelings
But how can I not, when the pain is all I'm feeling
Lost my
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
got Trauma way back from when our parents were kids
We take the pain out on each other or we hold it all in
Thats why our brothers killing brothers
dat pack and & made it home but Smokey showed to flip it,Was never worry about bout a sucka cause he was chasing chicken, They took my brother out
Why do I lose control
When I'm all alone
Slowly dying to make it before it's too late to a place that won't feel like home
If I fall too low
Probably
This song right here is dedicated to the
President of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from
Lost city
talking goat
The Old Man was just like my dad
I come from the hills of Europe
That's where I met the Old Man
He was lost in the woods, I gave him
my mind I've seen it all bruh
I've lost everyone, from my friends to my friends' friends
To my brothers, my sisters, my mother, my father
And now I'm
my mama know
That am working and I ain’t snoozing
And am coming home
Am coming home to my city
Nako coming home
Am coming home where they raised
we’re from
Lost in where
We’ve come we’re sleeping in the dirt of
Chernobyl still tonight dying from inside
Poisoned by our pride
Looking down in
it couldn't really hurt|To search for sweethearts underneath the dirt|Sure, they may be made of dust and bone|But I will take them home from their
even know his pops
And the cyclical nature of doing time continues
My worst fear is one day that you come home from school and see your
Father face
sins, lord can you hear me
The feds don' came and took my brother I lost feelings
Ay yeah, I lost feelings
You know my soul gon' speak
Been thru some dirt
Contemplating living, dying
Knacks for filling coffins
My life's so fucked that I've been lost and
Was dropped in from nothing
A symptom of fucking
Was brought
teeth and clenched you fist
Because your friends have lost the art of giving?
They don't take the time to stop and think
Of all the brothers in the world
life can change without 'em in it?
I think a brother gonna need a minute
From the home of Globe Life Field
We taking lives and ask the globe to feel
Over
from these streets of LA
A live wire the cost of living is murdering
The future of the children
The music for me, I keep giving
Some brothers get shot
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
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