Lyrics:
the game
I'll be damned if a thin' changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustlin' to make a million, Lord knows
Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
get killed
You ain't using your platform to stand up
What type of man you is
We getting killed in the streets
And I live in the streets
You ain't
to pass so they live a life that lasts get saved by the system or die in these streets is something we had to grasp They say I was different in the past
drained by a syringe
Their judgments make me cringe
They pushing me over the edge
Where the fuck was anybody when they stomped me in the streets
Where
I've been giving up lately, I'll be gin-damned if I give it enough
I'll be damned if I've ever been touched
By the words that y'all saying, just spraying
of every existential resting place
Skin on Earth turning gray
Bitten by duality of true reality's fang
A misplaced inconsistency led by the scoff of an elite
the underground but niggas want to front
It's the 1990's Havikk sent to poppin trunks
hit the damned parks all the niggas gettin loc
smokin that endo brawlin
There is no guidance
Led by the blinded
Deadly and violent
Accept it in silence, hold weapons with tight grip
There is no guidance
But you know that
times I've seen them
Lay my brothers to rest
And I'll be damned if I let my
Family get dragged in this mess
And see me lying in the streets
Blood gushing
the wise, slice the pies
Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide
Teams provide, war for the street to absorb
Stashed in the ceiling and you slept
the wise, slice the pies
Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide
Teams provide, war for the street to absorb
Stashed in the ceiling and you slept
he ain't get to live his dream
You can win or lose when
You thuggin' in these streets
I won't make a move without
My gun by any means
I heard they
his lips?
About flourishing from the streets to black businesses?"
Level four, y'all live and give in to false imprisonment
Listen close my nigga
away"
Well by the end of the day, all the kids would go play
And I'd come staggering back home
With those dream in my hand and a master plan
That
in these streets
I had bigger dreams they ain't believe in me
I was down to nothing gave it everything
It's hard to stay the same on this grind baby
I
Street
Welcome to the new Orléans
My heart is beating for dreams rolling in the Frenchmen Street
Welcome to the Bourbon street
I am a Parisian guy walking
cold
It'll be by my own damned hand
I swear I'll die before I get old
So baby come ride in my car
Oh you and I will go far, You'll go far
Yeah, Yeah,
Breanna Taylor
Sean Bell
Man I’ll be damned
If I stay quite right now its time to take a stand
Cause when we kneeled no one ever really gave a damn
This
A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once
Tupac Shakur
Dreams Never Die Remix
Let's Go!
I aspire for greatness
I walk the lonely
of the carousel
A black parade of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark,
Scours every street for the boys to drag them down to hell
The boys have seen too much
dreams until now
You're never gonna see it, you got your head stuck in the sand
It's the land of the free and easy street, it's the home of the damned
Plot Summary for
Pieces of a Dream (2005)
The uniquely intertwined lives of four kindred souls:
a priest, a single mother,
her teenage son,
cookin so we stuck up the kitchen
Bitch
I'm a street nigga, but I hate the streets
I want a statue by Sojourner Truth when I'm deceased
I'm so Battle
tomorrow
Deep inside of my cries for you
Where am I?
Is all I ever wanted from you
Why have you brought me here
To live like there is only fear?
I
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