we're blinded by the desire for our own happiness this odyssey of humanity won't end, not before we demand our dignity back not before we get wise
, commence to lynchin The President ain't even listenin to the pain of the youth We make music for eternity, forever the truth Political prisoner, the
dipped in that The beats, my mash, jam you for the platinum you have Run it, the illest, watch me become it I'm here, and took it bowling, like straight to the wig Speak truth
: Lenny Bruce is dead but his ghost lives on and on Never did get any Golden Globe award, never made it to Synanon. He was an outlaw, that's for sure
It's not easy Speak the truth, come on, speak. Eh, now! It ever cause it what it will: He who hide the wrong he did Surely did the wrong thing still. Get
ride let's ride Get high, get high, get high, c'mon Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride Get high, get high, get high [Intro 3] Just Bone and
SO INSPIRATIONAL, IT'S SO REAL BAD BOY BITCH! [Outro:] So there y'all have it Words from a wise, great King We love it when you speak the truth daddy
old man who's too sick to mention She'll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widow's pension But he couldn't catch a common cold he couldn't get
I think I'm crying, becouse of you I'm crying, don't want you to see me cry Love you Wise, love you Wise, love you Wise! [Chorus: x3] I wanna go outside
I think I'm crying, becouse of you I'm crying, don't want you to see me cry Love you Wise, love you Wise, love you Wise! ***Chorus (x3)*** I wanna
crybabies? Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds instead of studyin me! That's how you lost your first job punk Now get in line, for you
you niggas going broke, well Gucci Mane's a G, tell me something I don't know. [Verse 2:] Word to the wise, Gucci Mane's a wise guy, the? shoot you 25
prowl ,like a lion I growl Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl I'm the voice of the youth,the prophet of truth What I speak is really
a wise aim In the early 20s blues defined the game the time frame That black music was segregated and jazz climbed to fame From pop philosophy you know get
boy Perspective, Wise man say, one day you'll find your way The wise man say, you'll find your way The wise man say, you'll find your way The wise man
but I was trapped in hell Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears Years of fears, but yo my foes couldn't bear I searched for the truth since my youth And went
Which is better? Richest debtors get a whip whipped instead of a say Let it fix itself, while dangling from venomous fangs Your name is sediment The bestest threats to get