Songtexte:
Little Brother Sinners

won't get me to the promised land And for eternal life my chances ain't promising But I'm gonna find a way to shake these sinner heathens And take these

won't get me to the promised land And for eternal life my chances ain't promising But I'm gonna find a way to shake these sinner heathens And take these

how us Catholic girls can be We make up for so much time a little too late I never forgot it, confusing as it was No fun with no guilt feelings The sinners

from purest gold See the beggars fallen in the pavements Sick and demented, they try to uphold They share the pain in a little piece of bread There's

2] Nigga, my life is straight conflict When all I want to do is kick it hard and make bomb shit Every perimeter I enter is infested with a sinner Seems

And I could be the walk Even when the sky comes falling Even when the sun don't shine I got faith in you and I So put your pretty little hand in mine

Know you like a brother Treat you like a friend Respect you like a lover You could bet that Never gotta sweat that [x4] If you be the cash I'll be the

you no more Sinners beside me, saints on the right And if you slow down, you'll be a turkey tonight C'mon let's go a little further, don't be uptight

its breezy, niggas bubbling ki's My moms got two jobs one on her knees and writin letters to the governor "Please call off the deeds" My baby mother with another brother