myself I say God Bless me the truth so I speak live and directly you, I will set free my mic is where my check be rah, I echo, I echo, I echo, the sounds
freedom? I'll be honest with you. I know a whole more about what freedom isn't than about what it is, cause I've never been free. I can only share my
you got a new friend Does she love you better than I can There's a big black sky over my town I know where you at, I bet she's around Yeah I know it'
said you got a new friend Does she love you better than I can? It's a big black sky over my town I know where you at, I bet she's around Yeah, I know
I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga Recognize, like Sam Sneed'll "back down" You sick and
black And I'm still alone No one can understand Why I need to do this on my own What I need I always push away I try to make you leave But you always
love you. Fuck money, I wish I didn't have it, 'cause when I didn't have it it was all good, niggaz loved me when I was juss drinkin brew an shit at
black and white And when the plane went down The colors all around I know by now, the marching slide And still I can't get out, she's all I think about
I'm always pushing myself to the limit Making sure I stay ahead, You made me who I am From the words you said. Some people love to learn Some people
near my bed There was a loophole in my dreamin', so I got out of it And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open Just my nightstand and my dresser
of the hall I'm still fumbling for 'Cause I'm lost in the black I don't know where I am And arms strecthed out in front And I'm calling your name Just
't one ticket left not even a chair I should send you a postcard, I wish you were here I wish you could see, I wish you could hear I make 'em scream When I
syllables *Emine- Chrous* Shorty I love you and you love me too we were meant to be cause shorty you love me and I love you too and I promise I'll be
some skin. I'll show you every inch grows on my foreskin. Show me nipple I pinch, blow up, then throw up a ten. Now you know it's a sin to tease,
with milita minds for Black Cotton I'm hoppin' over enemy lines for Black Cotton I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine Black Cotton [Chorus]
It's my party come together It's my party It's my, it's my party It's my, it's my party It's my, it's my party It's my party Que sera, sera, what will
Hip-Hop's the new WWF What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggaz love to forget We got til it's gone, you think you on, you still hustlin backwards Your
the new WWF What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggas love to forget We got til it?s gone, you think you on, you still hustlin? backwards Your topical