Lyrics:
[Isam]
They were the youth, a faith who didn't pray
Young ones from the hood came back another day
Told the old ones you're wasting you time
"Time,
hits from tidbits, how I make my bread
Do some situps, and squat thrusts, to keep a level head
'Cause I'm well bred, and mannered, I create in my
And son you say you still wanna be a winner
Now you remind me a lotta my younger days with your knuckles a clenchin' white
But boy I'm gonna sit right here
of the day its not ya'll struggle
But you always got something to say
Well hear this fuck you
Yeah that's right I'm talking to you come try to sleep in
I knew it pursed it I can not preserve it I lose it
I see it believe it's the thing I no longer confuse it
My hunger brings younger new wonders into
I want to tell you all a story 'bout a Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well her
ask that Jesus come to my life
And be my Lord and Savior
I receive Jesus to take control of my life
And that I may live for him from this day forth
the shit that I'm destined
Like this is a letter to my future self bro I pray that my life's gone well
Wifey best be a Bad B and I just hope you ain't lost
we'll be by my Christmas tree
I made a list of everything that I ever could want
And even with a couple changes, you still at the top
I guess the only
streets every night and day
And we'll bark at everything that will come our way
Can't you see what's become of us -
We're ghost town dogs
I got in my car
bad)
They say you gotta pay your dues
Well the due's done
It’s still death before dishonor
What it’s supposed to be? (still)
Bow my head pray
not looking for trouble
It's fundamental
Certain people would love to see my downfall
So they can say I told you so
Another day of school teacher's
to find love once outside my dreams so
I dressed up, I look my best smoking by the bay
All alone against my will, waiting for the day you
Come take me
to cry
Cause your not here by my side
Hold my hand as
We walk threw hell
Can't hold back
break me out of this cell
Trapped inside
Demons know me well
I want to tell you all a story 'bout a Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well her
on the scene
Buyin' fake chains at the mall so girls be like, "Ooh, he clean"
Day dreams that my life is like a movie scene
Sippin' liquor, puffin' green so
Island, and wonderful nautical thots
In Hawaii, Zion got me livin', fuck the cost
For my B-day, Dr. Dre gave me another watch
Hundred miles and runnin',
$hort baby from East Oakland
I got more hoes than I can count on my hand
You got women? Well I got more
You don't know? Shit, I'm Playboy $hort
They
Grand Rapids
In the meantime, tell me more about elementary)
Jameson
That's what my teacher calling him
Knowing damn well I ain't raise my scarred hand
of amazing achievements
My days always brightened
I always felt lightened
I missed that year very much
Cause junior year was real fun
Cuz of a lot of awesome
relaxed during the festive
preparations and although the battle was well-fought
by both factions, the minions of the dark prevailed.
Their assault was
Not gettin' any younger only gettin' older
Now I’m at top tryna hold my head up high
Wonder where my peoples at, know they somewhere in the sky
All
Alright
1, 2
1, 2, 3, 4
Yeah
Memories of sitting at the bus stop
The hustle and bustle surrounding me as I untwine
Junior high, we said goodbye to the days
stay inside all day
I might as well have done that back at home and so
I guess this is my life now
Will this be my home?
A younger me thought by now we’d
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