Lyrics:
Hope, is the common ground we walk upon
And peace, is the lamp that lights the way
Faith, is believing in it all
Though trouble may arise
seen what the future might have been
The hat lamps burned with a flame like lightning
The coal dust blanketed the morning dew.
The young ones looked for
duns, their baby moms daughter and sons
Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out
Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out
Jumped off
on course
Ya ain't never gonna feel the force
If ya don't connect to a power source
Cause ya been swapping out day for night
But ya see a lamp light burning
Technicolor
Fear by name, love by numbers
Street lamp amber, wanderlust
Hide her in a blunderbus
She looks as if she's blowing at kiss at me
And suddenly
they super soft
Like super chicken
Without the super sauce
Let's step out
It's a rap now
Blow your candles
And your lamps out
When I pull up
You can pull
socks
The prostitutes sellin' the shit right in front of the cops
Under the street lamp, walking through the rain until our feet damp
Single moms all
blue
There's a lamp
If you've lost your way
Stars to guide
Soft fields to lay
Safe harbor from a restless sea
Deep pools of silence calm me
So I can
of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound
Nickel plus four is a 9 mm
No startch but I told iron, All out in the open like im in iran
Young, champ I am
Like a lamp I'm on
but umm i can clap
durant
Camp shine like lamps; guns, grass game gramp
Crack a egg, that's my charm, like an omelette on my arm
Cause my diamonds are my sons, yellow
holy fear
Purified in faith and deed
Refiner's fire
Strengthen what remains
So we the church
Who bear Your light
Lamp aflame
City bright
King
Like a lamp in the corner like a rug on the floor
I'm taking for granted like the waves to the shore
Though you say that it's over and you walk out
Lamps are hangin' from the ceilin'
Like a lady tied to her manners
I'm tied up to this feeling
Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
lookin' like a lamp, yeah
Ice on my wrist catch cramps, yeah
100 chains under my neck
100 hitters in my clique
Young nigga pulled up wit' a stick
Keep
the blue lamps
And your wifey
Well we use her for her food stamps
Ain't no big deal
But she keep the fridge filled
Eggs scrambled, cheese, grilled, cold
hear what they speak
I just walk like I talk, got that light to my path
And that lamp to my feet
But the feelin' so sweet, got me feelin' like a beast
standing under the lamp post
For real all a nigga ever done
Was come up on a bag turn around and get another one
Then how I came up on a bunch of money
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
come back someday
For the lamp of hope still in her heart is burning
As the old mill wheel turns 'round it seems to say
The sun comes up
The lamps go down
The day begins in London town
There's tea to brew
And buns to bake
And some who just refuse to wake
While
like rats and roaches,
But the blue Benz,
Got the blue lamps,
And your wifey,
Well we use her for her food stamps,
Ain't no big deal,
But she
shit, that's what I'm talking about
This is why you know I'm the man
You say you hot but you ain't buzzing like a lava lamp
Breaking hoes hearts in my
never went in for afterglow
Or candlelight on the mistletoe
But now when you turn the lamp down low
I'm beginning to see the light
Used to ramble
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