Lyrics:
Thin-blooded weak, grafted-brain punk
Your power's a third of mine, you drunk funky skunk
How dare you use Jesus name to shell your filthy religion
My tongue
child in the dark all alone cried while
At war one eye opened killed my trust buried my
Love danced in my grave awakened by the light
Brought by dawn
In
Cowards, you gonna learn to respect power
We burn by the hour, one burst the Remmy got us
Crank shit, Shawshank Redemption scholar
Roll up, based
my living room
Set the oven to four hundred degrees myself
Perched up on a counter top to reach a kitchen shelf
It's dinner time and my parents are
for no baby girl, it's lacking love
Men don't dream to be fathers, but to be plugs, aye
I see colonists with guns and they wearing blue
They try
Chorus:
Thug love, to all of my cats
that went out of town to hustle and nevercame back
Thug love, to all my cats
that's in jail forever,
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
no price tag on this portrait
Living by our choices, dying behind our actions
Substance in the spirit, I just hope it all matters
Pray you see my
j'peux même pas dessiner
Puis mon pops semble pas comprendre c'est quoi ma destinée
Mais j'peux illustrer parfaitement le portrait de ma dulcinée
Tu peux
empowered by the people I love
I pray god doesn't take me young
Because you know what they say the good die young
So can anybody tell me It seems the good die
The gospel has the power to save you and me
So just hold me tight and love me tonight
Under an old porch light give me life
It feels like I ain't seen you in
to pull the dragons from the ground
Yeah.
It's 35 below or its 98 above
And he's workin' thru it all, cuz baby this is what he loves
Drives a hundred
duty power load
Shake the whole house
Like we in the ghetto
Ladies love the vibrato
G-spot in the cut
We had to make a come up
Bullet proof vest in
nothin' you can tell us
That we don't already know
I mean I heard the same story
Like an hour ago
Bust up on the scene
I'm like a heavy duty power load
the power
B-Real love to kill, eliminatin' the cops
Think I'll jump on a plane
And take a flight out to the Red Light
And smuggle ten pounds of weed
Thin-blooded weak, grafted-brain punk
Your power's a third of mine, you drunk funky skunk
How dare you use Jesus name to shell your filthy religion
My
chains
It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft
The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains
So people say I've changed, and it's
out chores
Forgive me father
For I no longer feel honored
Forget your throne
And you demand too much power
Our love is long gone
Yet, I haven't
often flew me closer to the Atlantic
And my relationship with Leslie as mother lacks the step
So I'm grateful for two families I get love and respect
But
fear of man man theories
Death comes by the thousands
Family eyes have got so tearly
It happen to us yearly
To say I love you dearly
Violence broken
greatness up on my mind
Woulda probably ate yo plate
Wasn’t patient at the time
I was taking at the time
Asking where’s the love my heart was vacant as my
metals become sterile when melted in heat
Power vested in me
Blend my soul wit the ghost
Matrimony so holy
God's the head he should lead
And my vessel
these triggers pulled by younger hitters
Damn, d-damn if you do and damn if you don't
This survival of the fittest, your highness king of these ropes huh
And in theory, the hate severely making them weary
True love conquers all, big or small, short or tall
I applaud all the saints who installed all the laws
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