Lyrics:
yesterday
I was born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction
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Eye for Eye and Tooth for Tooth
This is the seed
That you sowed for your future
We are so civilized now
Castrated by faith
That
live by their own insights
But when your life goes backwards it's hard to keep up the fight
The daisies thanked her for her admiration innocent
around it
And it was guarded by a big ass dog
But before I knew it or could say anything
Ms. Hacka jump right over the fence
Then a whole gang of puppies
homies by my side
Now I only do the things that I like
Yeah, Balling with the team you on the Sideline
Ain't no other homies I would die by
Someone check
and smelled like smoke
And I turned away from my loving kind
Try to leave my body and live in my mind
But it's much too much emotion
To hold it in your hand
me I don't get phased by weekends
Regret this life my weakness
Almost cant believe it
Life could end at any day we all live in the deep end
Ima tackle
on the fence like Tom Sawyer
The trauma’s raw
Suicide by a cop on the corridor
And the neighborhood watch talking about getting involved
Might get shot by
Nelumbo nucifera
Problem child, old soul, lives in every era
Never smiles, never frowns, only in between
But sinks back in the waters to make sure
stitched up by my wife
Who am I?
It's suffice to say found gold in my heart
Put the ice away
Nicer day, live foul homie it's a price to pay
Even when it's
is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by
Follow the path of a dummy, hop a fence into they grave (woo)
You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways (uh-huh)
The enemies get what
Comin up for the pack
Comin up to collect
Comin up for the check
Comin up for the respect
Comin up step by step
Comin up comin up bet
Comin up comin
See the devil on the doorstep now,
My, oh my,
Telling everybody, oh, just how
To live their lives.
Sliding down the information highway,
Buying in
watching from your picket fence!
We are, we are, we are, we are.
(it's all about power by taking control)
We are, we are (it's all about power)
It's
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Thinking Of You
Have you ever stood outside a picket fence
You could
anticipation
Of another day on the street,sing with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Your living in desperation
And you never have felt complete
You live in
smothered by the other kind
No so divine so I heard it through the grapevine
Sent the feds out to get mine
Time yo-yo to go Bronco in 90-91
Laughin' while
fences no net to catch when we'd fall
Catch us when we'd fall we were the kings of our art we'd alter the landscape
Heroes sewn on our backs, in our hearts
to do?
I just gotta choose
Should I leave and live a lie?
Or should I stay and tell the truth?
Have you ever worked hard on a craft?
But when you do
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