Oh look at her walking around Like shes in love Oh look at me Pacing in circles Waiting on a phone call And every song that I wrote And every story that
was a hair trigger semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday and fear of man - grow on trees
game the time frame That black music was segregated and jazz climbed to fame From pop philosophy you know get the lock and key to grow From any prophecy truth grows
fallen soldiers I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man) and a soldier's life, parallel And the one thing they got in common is pain
is a river, a stream of Casting your fears away, the sky [B.o.B:] Shouts out to the underdogs who Put their favorite artists on the walls and Can never
: [First Verse:] I'm givin' it to you old school style, no album cover gimmicks, No intros, no shout outs, nothin' but straight lyrics, If you in your
re never really on your own Yeah I got a [?] get him on the phone He'll never put you places where you don't belong Put you through the pain, to put you
't going mad,i got come to a conclusing it's now or never Sumtimes I wake up wishing I could sleep for years,I've been through anger pain, blood sweting
and girls can grow in peace and harmony And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha! I never knew art til I saw your
cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e yeah that nigga Joe I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate Ima come through
a river, a stream of Casting your fears away, the sky [B.o.B] Shouts out to the underdogs who Put their favorite artists on the walls and Can never get
I need was a hair trigger semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday and fear of man - grow on
Well, I could sure use some of that practice Ha ha ha, now that you know how it's done It's only a matter of practice Grow, grow, grow, grow, grow, grow, grow
3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e yeah that nigga Joe I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate Ima come
'll never be the same never be the same Well I never meant to say that I didn't want you here Now we'll never be the same never be the same Well you
and then he's gone He's got that kinda love that never shows And baby starts a-wailing and daddy comes back out "Shut up that child", she hears him shout
was a hair trigger? Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born every day And fear of man grow on trees Criminal
side If we only have love Love that's falling like rain Then the parch desert earth Will grow green again If we only have love For the hymn that we shout
