She signs this letter with her lipstick and seals it with a kiss sincierly my everything She signs this letter with her lipstick and seals it with a
And when you're lost. I'll be your way home tonight. Your hearts will cost. But I will hold on oh so tight. [[Chorus]]: You say, you say. You say, you
in a magazine B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets Hey kids, plug into the faithless Maybe they're blinded But Bennie makes them ageless We shall survive, let us
in the ghetto breeze I'm in Miami where I live it ain't no palm tree's Niggaz be on the block with work they got from the dock We Flintsone kids we surrounded
for tha future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup
, sparkin the flame inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game No memories, just a misery Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep Will I survive
hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the crack to the kids who the
So I just go with what i know I dont trust none Look what the 80's did To what's Bebe's kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't own us yet Young Noble:
we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner (When we were kids
I'd rather die But don't cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfare And who cares if we survive? The only
violence - demons all around me Can't even bend my knees just a lost cloud; Black Jesus give me a reason to survive, in this earthly hell Cause I swear
ni**a do to you? (Damn) I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me We was kids, now she got three kids
first stand proud Ain't looking for hand-outs Twenty-five years up in this bi**h And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I
on When it's on it's on There's, never a good day, cause in my hood they let they AK's pump strays where the kids play And every Halloween, check out
: [Eat a dick up] ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money" -- Rakim] Verse One: Live Squad Strugglin, jugglin,
it to their kids. Enter the 25 year old me whose eyes still have yet to see what's to gain from minimum wage Productivity! And I'm still learning to barely survive
