Why you wanna step to me my C-I-S. Brothers don't play you got a lot to say when you with your boys on the other side of town. I catch you 1-on1 and yo ass is beat down..
South of the Mason-Dixon finger-lickin' good. . Welcome to my neighborhood. Congeniality, hostpitality go hand in hand,. . But don't dis a Southerner, we're quick to take a stand..
2. It's not about being real, but being smart.. I guess you do anything to top the charts.. You don't write shit, not even a lick.. You got the nerve to get mad when people.
What started as a vision. Became my struggle and my mission. . Never allowed our exploitation. Just a simple plan a simple band. And I always said I can.
It was Sunday, I was into you. Knew you were the one for me. Said I always be true. Even if we didn't give time. For this to shine.. . I said to hell, it will be alright.
When summer ended we had to say goodbye. Split by an ocean and a few thousand miles. Do you, do you remember when. Do you, do you, do you remember. How it felt to be apart for so long.
In many ways, they'll miss the good old days. Someday, someday. Yeah, it hurts to say, but I want you to stay. Sometimes, sometimes. . When we was young, oh man, did we have fun.
Soma is what they would take when hard times opened their eyes. Saw pain in a new way, high stakes for a few names. Racing against sun beams, losing against their dreams.
You don't have to be so down. Everyone can hear you in this whole damn crowd. You don't have to try so hard. I think they got the message, you were out of your mind.
Alright now. Ha ha ha. . Here they come, just over the way in their tiny little shiny car. Some people call them the users and others just call them fun.
You never do know which way you should go when you run. But don't take it from me, I can't make you see how far you've come. And if I shook you all up, said you were good enough.
come on, yeah. well i waited for the sun to come up. along with everything that i had thought of. would it come to mind again, and again. would i be something in the something out there.
Hear the preachers from the pulpits of power spin the lies. They sell give the youth our rage inna society built on. Distraction holy material excess strengthen the bars on our cage.
When they broke down the door. and put their guns in the face of your wife and child. and as they pinned you to the floor. did you say "officer, i am not resisting you."?.
The preachers from the pulpits of power. leaders of cloth. they preach to our empty pockets. and the same gang with different colors. plays up to the dialect.
Which lie is the one. that will take me. and which war. Generations of wage slave data. family stories they said don't matter. when the last breath burns.
Where are your heroes. underground?. do our egos block us out. from feeding the future. of this sound?. where were you. when they passed out. the lotteries of birt?.
Stepping ground lost, fallen through the sands of time. The. security once known has been stipped back and exposed. Strong. hands which before expressed support have now faded from my sight..
stepping groundn lost, fallen through the sand of time. the security once known. has been stripped back and exposed. strong hands wich before expressed.
She's lying on her back. Staring at the sky. Over and over in her head she's asking herself why. Release me. Free me. Can't find out the reasons why. Can't find the will to try.