in my room, lying on my bed. the air is heavy, hot and still. Lady Luck has left me or i'm under the wings of destiny. which is true i wait for time
I87 is a lesson for them niggaz That want to test Bring more than 'cause me shotgun Will be buckin' your chest Wanna be mo' thug thugsta mentality Runs
Not a dry eye in the house After love's curtain comes down Listen and you'll hear the sound Hear the sound of a heart breaking I can still see you standing
Neighborhood music, givin' back neighborhood music Neighborhood music, when we cruise around the brown side of town Neighborhood music, givin' back neighborhood
Well the neighborhood bully, he's just one man His enemies say he's on their land They got him outnumbered about a million to one He got no place to escape
Brother finds trouble on the street A piece of rock to make men weak Trembling eyes at everyone he meets Sister holds her baby in the bed Dreams and
Nougat baby floatin' down On a cotton candy cloud Floating by a chocolate baby Thinkin' bout his creamy center Don't bite alright don't bite alright
Children run away from the torturistic ways Children still resist from the powers that persist Will you shut up and sit still, I think you should obey
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I wish everyday the sun would shine Take me to another place in my mind Where everything is beautiful And no wants or needs Nor sign of greed Could
And now another story of stolen faith and tragic glory They claim to be your friends but all the while they taunt you with lies They tell you what to
Hey hey hey hey hey Do the housework Oh I feel like, like I go to work everyday But where I work, where I work I don't get paid Work in school and learnin
My pusher who art in the krack house Hallowed be thy bitches and hoe's As for I am sprung my rock will be done In my crib as well as in public Give us
Fear is the curse and today's word is PRESSURE Too long to count the worry and the strife Speed Racer, Takin' in that PRESSURE PRESSURE is the fear,
I cannot get over legitimately The reality of my surroundings Do not point to the sky, so why should I even try When there's nothin' out there to be
Pray to the Junkiemaker through all types of weather You will be a slave to the Junkiemaker forever Fiend for the means while it taxes your mind You're
I see the pestilence outside my window I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street I face the morning
When you're alone Can't find your way out of the maze Life is ablaze And you're right there in the flames Is this pain? Are we sane? And who has established
