Whats Erykah or Beyonce, To a child in the hood, A mama or an Auntie, Keep ya head up, When it aint all good, I remember not having a number for my Daddy, So I called Bob Marley, Soulful Intuition, a 6 Sense, you might, say, Sensai Natty, Good Vibes, With ganga by the pound, Coming up, Blessings for the Streets, Tippin while its getting to, 2 Dollars a Gallon, Ninety Eight to O 3, Troops over Seas, Its in the Breeze, 1 800 pray for me, After school activity, Field Trips to the city, Young 49erz, with a Kentucky Blues, Jamaican Red with A bouquet of Califorinacation for the making of a Dream, La Familia, Faces of hustlaz seldom change, Expressions of happyness, Is love and respect, Still the same, My mama used to hard rock on these streets, They rolled stones with my dad, Turn it up loud, We getting real, Right here, Right now, In a Black Mans World, With a few referrals, Times changing, Remixed, With a little sugar to the Hennessy, Ride the beat, Twenty Four Cups clearly, Its got more to do with with the brotherhood, Even though the money good. I gots to feel it, If its in rotation, Its a life boat, With no ore or a shore, Stir it up from the soul, We need a little more, Only way to get up, Is to get down, I breathe these lines into existence, With a slow hand, There is a statute to my liberty, Let it be real, let it be infinite, Right hand energy, More then a business man, Each one is a step son, Or a Father to Daughter, pass the torch, Or the medal of honor. Anointed are the pedals, That are moving through these streets, With a dozen roses, Layed down, Does it make sound, If no one is there to hear it, Am I waiting in vein, Dope game, Or will you make it back around, Will it be amazing grace, Or another mistake, Waiting by the bay, Its been too long, To stop now, We can live off the love alone, How could you be one, To leave it alone, The feelings is strong enough, To pick up Mamas Gun, Shells hit the pavement, Warrior raised, Peace be to the ones that we made, In the makings of you, To Jaiden to Jordyn, To Yasmine to Jahmai, To the makings of you and I, Between the tears and the joy in the eyes, that comes from that, natural high, Leave it to the old skool, And lets ride Pete Rock... Add a little sugar
Posted on: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 02:43:01 +0000
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