night, souls get bruised and battered Cheap labor for a favor from your cotton picking neighbor Got to work your ass off just to show you got flavor Life
days, this summer Talk about today's mathematics, a eighth, an O, a key And the caliber on your rack, shit The inmate number, the centerfolds for measurement
time (time) 'Cause I'm a trill nigga (bitch), I get down for mine (mine) I get down for mine (mine), I get down for mine (mine) 'Cause I'm a trill nigga
shit get thick Im two shells from hell, u can tell im made for this life In the myths, of killas tryin to get rich District (??) I don't give a fuck, cuase im'a
with nobody's mind Man Deliberately messing up a good thing Or holding up a grind And You already knowing life's a big fight Against time Man Crime minds
' for the sun to come up And call it a day, well, that moment when you're thinking About those things, the ones you just can't say I got a feelin' deep
fo' Driftin' off into another stage of life *** paid you price and big homies made you fight *** ain't wanna see ya *** bebop, no Toe for toe, I beat a
a gun in my hand? Or wouls you beg for your salvation? In defense of reality? Actually, these conclusions prove their insanity! A creation without a
Don't you ever wonder why, nothing ever seems to change If it does it's for the worse, seems it's just a modern curse Sometimes when I take a peek outside
ma hand Yuh gal deh pon di line a say fi lef har man A dem deh kinda game yuhplay wid yuh life A mussi murda yuh waan mi charge for CHO RPT Verse 1
the rent I treat my body like a temple You treat yours like a tent But the right word at the right time May get me a little hug That's the difference
no one of 'em And my relationship's a big question 'Cuz my career's a clear hindrance to her progression Said she needs a man and our kids need a father
what to do I had always thought it was a crime To still own slaves within such modern times But who am I to question such a life? When I still own
could in this world Just to give his young family a better life, yeah, a better life Oh! That's a man! That's a 19-year-old, modern-day hero man Those
in my life, it's just drugs, jobs, and a bundle of gripes. (What?) Haven't you heard, it's a modern condition, A band of glitches, and a mob of bitching
Be cooped up for the longest, with nothin' but time Misery loves company but it ain't no friend of mine I cooked and cleaned like a Hebrew slave, till I got blisters A modern
it's the voice of the streets It doesn't take much?just a voice and a beat You can keep a crowd hyper Control the souls of a whole generation kind of like a modern
See the light or get knocked off, I don't talk a lot I drop it, hot modern day psalmist topping charts Get me in my comfort at a concert For child hurts