the way By the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl Four years, Jordan Never turned my back on my kids for them Should've hit it, quit it, rag top
smiled a lot They'd lay awake at night So in love It was a good good year The kids were alright, "Highway to Hell" beat out "Stayin' Alive", The Clash
it on, come alive And let the power flow When you turn it on, you're alive You're energized inside your mind Turn on electric nation The kids will make
sing 'Cause it is we can laugh, we can sing, have ten kids and give them everything Hold our cell phones up in the air and just be glad that we made it here alive
the cost The senior transit lane While we're standing in the rain Worried if our heads will fall Alright, right We'll stay together 'til the kids die
to the Holiday Inn We was young and in love We was young and in love And you're the only girl I'm ever thinking of We went down to the record swap The kids
, we've been to London and we've been to L.A. Spain, New Zealand, and the U.S.A. Europe, Japan, and Pango-Pango Canada, Siam, Oz and Kamoto The kids
all of y'all bullshittin', admit it You say anything uplifting, it'll be distance To the kids that used to listen to ya [Incomprehensible] Anglo-saxon essence of abuse you're better alive
Cause we flyin' above the skyscrapers I done made it up the mountain lookin' down on the valley And I'm feelin' I can fly so I dive off the cliff Hear the little kids
done, done, he was done He took a shot to the abdomen as he blasted the last one He'll survive it, but they won't be alive to tell that Thug story livin
it twice/ makin this money for me and my wife/ niggaz is wana shut me down, what about the kids the kids the kids is great/ watch how my nigga we dominate
we should follow But you gotta realize, you just might not wake up tomorrow And tha dollar you earn is tha dolla you spend Go get sumthin' for ya kids
These are the last days, settle in Look at the turmoil our kids left the ghetto in They bustin' metal and ain't got remorse for the innocent It's just
alive And at the same time another mother murders her kids And the unbearable thought of this here just brings me to tears It's hard enough we got to raise our kids
walk a fine line playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is knives To skin all ya'll cats alive
to fight or kill Maybe Malcom would've been alive still Maybe Martin would've been able to chill Maybe a black face on a dollar bill I keep hope alive that I stay alive
Some people can get a thrill Knitting sweaters and setting still That's okay for some people Who don't know they're alive Some people can thrive and
I'm from the suburbs but it's that good you make a good girl wanna get to the hood you make me say [x3] so good got me speaking different languages is you alive