Lyrics:
so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oh they follow me
Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you
The unknown road still marching
I look inside you and there is no light
See how the reckless son's tyranny has changed your life
Holding the grip with your cold
than the first leading infantry
Marching over Europa's debris
And among the fallen trees bombarded by artilleries
This is how a heroic action gets done
This is life for a young black man
With his future and his burner in his hand
While you're on your grind, keep this mind
We say
Heaven help the man who
But all the devastation and tallying loss of life is still ongoing so I’ll put that one aside for a minute
Portugal had recently dealt with deadly
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
Can you find McCann-cann
I can't find Mc
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
marching to find heretic blood.
Impose your will on me
'Til fire sets me free
The flames of hell burn bright
My fate decided by their lies
Final
wheel
Protected by Uriel and wingz of Gabriel
Black Castro, with a pic in his Afro
Interpret for the pharaoh but swift as a sparrow
With
nosedive
With the crew, we be slick
Slipping by with what we came here to do
All the other guys try, man
I'm just letting loose
Never been good at that
clternate my mindset and clear my pasts...
Was walking so heartless with a life so fast..
Now this a new man I gat am a light in the dark...
Confess my
Welcome to the Cape flats
Where gang rivalry connects
Where our females are marching with hashtag am I next
In the beautiful city its God given yeah
beat and you know that I get to tussling
I get it by any means, I'm a dog that nobody muzzling
Take me back to bumping all them CDs with my cousins
Them
swag got a Volvo from this girl
When her man got bagged
Plus I hit my momma with cash
From a show that I had
Supposedly, knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass
who the man with the hits?
Timex on the wrist
Jiggy nigga with the fits
Scorpion when I spit
Flamethrower, I don't miss
Remember I sat by myself during
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
intimidated by you suckers perpetratin'
I've been waitin', yeah boy, I've been waitin'
Heavy, humble and patient, but still embedded with greatness
I'm
just man up
Why bother with connection
When you can just man up man up man up man up
Pull myself up by the bootstraps
Bang my chest until I collapse
point
The mental health
Spiraling
Infused with the hollow points
Duckin when it’s firing
PTSD from them shots you admiring
All I seen was 6 foot holes
brave
Kill all your masters, expose all these monsters
We marching the streets, yea we riding the wave
Years of oppression with killings to mention
We
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
brainless
March to the war drums, mindless, aimless
No speech in the land of the silent
Broken teeth to the man that defies it
The lakes filled with blood
Our
birth
to man.
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred
bastard sons.
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
Of a man in love with malice,
The only thing that's served him well,
In time of need where battered angels dwell,
Like a child playing,
Pretend it's
a life, you need to hang it up
Dreams, click clack
Man down with that chrome Uz'
On his back like "nigga don't move"
Word to mother, we don't lose
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