out of lies, running out of excuses Here I stand, no apologies What else can I give To cover the betrayal That's the living in me Suddenly the
I fit the description A nigga has the stigma for pushing or pimpin' Police harass me and public embarrass me They use brutality without asking me I'm
passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you heard ain't do me justice
take his cash And bash his head in dump him at the dead in And that's just his luck Cause a nigga like me don't really give a fuck Walked in the store what's
home What's that you say? You feel the right to remain? Then stay and I will bury you What's that you say? Your father's spirit still lives in
: you've taken the last of me the god's of your innocence shall not protect you from the hate of my wrath you've taken the last of me... blame the end
we've never heard of Eisenhower missile power justice or truth We're the department of youth your new department of youth Aah ah we're the department of youth just me
?" "You think you'd like to play ball with the law?" "Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?" "Don't forget that you are
come to those who wait But it's life that goes so fast And when there's just one rule you live by Each day you kiss the rising sun When you live
better plain guys like me what's the point of dreaming we'll only be controlled JUSTICE & LIBERTY What's the point of dreaming TAKEN FROM YOU & ME We'
Brown baby It makes me so glad That you will have things I've never had When out of men's hearts All the hate is hurled You're gonna live You're gonna live
Hebrews 12:29] You're washing me, consuming me [Revelation 1:5] As I'm falling on Your sword [Ephesians 6:17] You're washing me, branding me with grace
that one finds, it is by forgiving that one is forgiven) Keep all of me, the desires That once burned me deep inside Help me live today and help to
was just a bit of a kid, it was the bit that she was looking for Now I don't know where to begin confessing The way she's making me feel it can't be
shall return I suppose we live and learn, though it's hard to believe as we cheerfully burn It's curious Some will call for justice. There are murders
with compassion, as that young child's face in her hands she grips Can you imagine all that greed and avarice coming down on that child's lips Well I
I'm a hard working tax payer, for that nature Do forty hours a week, slaving for that paper I'm try'nna make an honest living, it's not much And you hide
