Lyrics:
Savior on the curb
I rarely go to Church
False prophets rocking Prada so I rarely feel the word
Jezebels lurking in the pews on the first
Preacher's weaker
many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in
Whole lotta life to live (You only live once)
Whole lotta life to live
Thumbing thru these hunnits in my bag
Seem like yesterday I was down bad
How
night,
Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
Gathering winter fuel.
Hither, page, and stand by me.
If thou know it telling:
i count them one by one
the saints go marching in
well, the future's gone
the past stumbles in
i feel
like a hole in the wall
i steal
my name from
To pray to him by candlelight
Then viewing through the past
I saw what is believed
Still dressed in royal clothes
A saint behind the altar
History
To pray to him by candlelight
Then viewing through the past
I saw what is believed
Still dressed in royal clothes
A saint behind the altar
History
the time
Gotta go pick up another dime
Guess that's just how I live my life
Hit triple sevens when I roll the dice
Walking out with some stacks and a car
You
WINDS OF THE OLD DAYS (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The lady's adrift in a foreign land
Singing on issues both humble and grand A
Decade flew past
Hustle profusely.
Now i'm formless like water, go tell Bruce Lee.
The dragon, Fists of Fury they couldnt Move Me.
I was really hoping that you knew me.
like Zestos
They got our money held in an escrow
Wealthy of the wicked reparations just an echo.
Yeah, my saint come a marching and we ten toes.
Above
told that girl to prove it
When I'm on these drugs it feel so therapeutic
Feelin' like Bruce Wayne up in the damn coupe
She pult up at 8, then she left
Four n**** in a Cadillac we get a bag and touch it down i'm chasing after that
Who ever live after we hit you tell the aftermath
Bitch i'm cold
should abide by the constitution
So why do I feel
Marginalized by these institutions
Statisticians tell me that it’s Genocide
Frontline when
you know I had to play the part
Like mans finna ball in these Saint Laurent's
Mans finna ball like a Lakers guards
I mean you said come through when
why my homies call me D the L-O-see
You'll catch me at a party deep in O.C.
Representin that punk rawk stylee
When I'm on the mic i make the crowd move
Too many of you lame lil rappers chasing blue cheese
I'm just steady marching with the saints I feel like Drew Brees
Couple demons at my neck boy let
whenever you feel lust, you feel lost, yeah
They came to play, I didn't wanna play I live by days, I live day by days
No time to waste, ain't got no time
saint
You only ever took what I gave away
What I gave away
I love you Luna, but I got to go
I said I love you Luna, but I got to go
You know I love you
Walk in ya spot baby this how you live
Get a new crib when ya fucking with Envy
Driver pick you up we got everything ready
Don’t bring no money baby we
at an live idol. (Shoosh) Focus out when I'm all in if you took a L it's a small win if you learn from it and never turn from it put the word on it then you
stuck with (sorry)
I used to love Bruce, but livin' my vida loca
Helped me understand I'm probably more of a Joker
When we usher in chaos, just know
as the king around this place
Cause that loyalty and royalty is in my dna king
(How you talk it if you never never live it Nigga)
(How you talk it if you never
homies in the chain game Free Killa I'ma scream his name
Free Black Ape go insane 80 years of them choker chains
For the homies rocking rope chains I'ma
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