Lyrics:
a little kid at a three ring circus
I don't want to gain the whole world and lose my soul
Don't wanna walk away let me hear the people say
(I like that
up asking mom where dude at
Fuck that man yeah true that
Didnt work out for the best I’m still on call for my kids
She was loose now now I can’t do
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)
[Freeway]
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It's that real shit...
[female singer, repeated throughout
real
Soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
Let's go
From what I hear Kanye is
Killing the game very bad
My girl rocking
but
My philosophy is
She gone follow me as long as I live
And even when I die, she gon' follow my kids
Soul brother, Ab-Soul dJ Davis
Where'd that name
time? (Time)
Lookin' at my kids through the blinds (Blinds)
Confinement mind (Confinement)
How you feelin' when you face a dime? (Time)
The truth be
the Kid
Southwest fly by and slide with the Kid
Uh, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Educate elevate mind worth a million
Soul food dishes, Knowledge real
in my hands
Mouth on that drill ish
I be on that wired insane
Ultimate trill shit
And there is not a soul that can see me
Like I'm not real trick
I'm making money for my kids
Won't let a woman keep me from them
I'll never give up, I won't give in
I'll get what I want, and it'll be a win
I'll
soul as a kid could he make it out the ghost town
I can't leave my mistakes behind just let them bring me back down
Moving on to the next step in life
why I go hearken the passage
Ezekiel 36:26 it's my gladness
I think it's tragic
How often I trip up in traps set
By evil factions
I'm caught up in all
Black kids ain't we golden?
Ain't we golden?
Ain't we golden? Oh
Black skin full of gold
They want our soul
But they can't take no more
Black team
all got the power to do it
Spread-in the sound so the kids with the movement
We raise em up now for the future improvement
By now we know times
different, how I'm a man in my position
Can't stop slippin' down these slopes
'Cause it's all just downhill from there
As a kid I didn't learn that, but now
back my soul, stole by one of these foes like Mack Moes
Puttin holes in my old clothes, even stole my pose
Got my sky, fly, who that guy?
Slip 'em my
to elevate me
My internal sense of politics is stack
Building riches with my brothers
Yo, we form conglomerates
Cuz the paganstic rulers is after our souls
Sorry I'd rather be safe
Sorry I'd rather behave
Sorry I'd rather be late
Than sell out my soul and be slave
Sorry I live, pray and slay
Sorry I'd
the mountain got cold
Eons from home
Walking the globe
Like what is a soul
Up late, yea, I'm talking to homes
Old man in the sky
Some days, I really wanna die
My
outlined on the floor
You got hit by the .44!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You
I've been coming out my shell lately
And being bold about my faith every single day
Through this music I just pray a couple souls get saved
This is
kids at the park cause they can come outside and play, cause it ain’t no victims being corrupted by the system they get paid to fry our brains
CHORUS
by these institutions
Statisticians tell me that it’s Genocide
Frontline when the revolution televised
It’s a Burden on my soul
Seeing mommas cry
Soul, I see you, One Stizzy, what up nigga?
My wife, my kids, I know you love me
All my gangsta niggaz, all my bitches, hehe...Rule
My nigga Buck from
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
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