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of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
what they want
They looking for a hero
I guess that makes me a hero
Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman
Crooks
magic
Wonder fills our hearts for what we
Have glimpsed for an instant:
The playfulness of life
And that’s why I love children
And learn so much from
on the scene with cocktails
One nigga looking for po po, in Forest Hill
Someone looking through windows
The doorbells goes off followed by the pump and gas
Bob was that guy who fights
Gets into a gun battle type
With a knife
Like, if you challenge him right now
You may be humbled by the fact
That he is
tryna talk with no teeth
Shorties sayin' ball or retreat
A lesson we all speak at one point or another
What you expect from one who smoke a joint with
tryna talk with no teeth
Shorties sayin' ball or retreat
A lesson we all speak at one point or another
What you expect from one who smoke a joint with
But what's good for the goose, is still good for the gander
See...
Chorus:
I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
31 years ago i woulda been
Wants to keep me far from You
If it wasn't for Your love that holds me
I would give in to the
Magnet of the world
When a compass pulled by magnetism
made
Was one step farther from everything that I
Love and to what? A
World of dysfunction, disrespect
And distrust come to think of it
It is sort of like
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
Listening to a free beat by Dre, in some free Beats by Dre, or
Tell my attorney to cook it and eat it
I play catch with the body of Bernie from Weekend
They got babies getting bombed
In the world what going on?
So sorry if it bothers you
I get my Bob Marley on
Tired of fake love
Where the real ones at?
nuts to pit bulls
And plan more business
Got sluts on leashes walkin on all fours
Have 'em eatin from dog
Bowls pettin' they heads
Cause they love playin
me
Another girl, you're tricking me
I gotta go 'cause I thought that you were my, baby
Oh, Bobby, why do you treat me so bad?
You know I love you
But
another woman that can take your spot, my love
No
My love (alright it's time to get it JT)
My love (I don't know what she hesitatin' for man)
Shorty, cool
i'm in the booth
Proof no excuses, those are useless
Those are why I'm courage and you're Eustice
Gettin' screwed by the things I do for love
But I
even sayin that cuz I'm GD my heart been torn apart
By bitches and by niggas that was with me from the start
But I feel safe around you lady you complete
Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one
Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one
But by the grace of God, I was born with it, come on get it
Jesus loved me from the beginning, that's why sometimes
Even though it looks like I
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
practice
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
Hand-organs remind me of beasts. Art consists
in stirring from time to time. We are affected ...
by silence, seen threatening people. After
another, before
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