has come I'm the only master of my destiny Till my last breath - for freedom - I will stand Till my last breath - for freedom - I will fight Till my
era has come I'm the only master of my destiny Till my last breath - for freedom - I will stand Till my last breath - for freedom - I will fight Till my
What I'm gonna do with Erykah Badu I'm gonna have some fun What do you consider fun? Fun, natural fun I said what I'm gonna do with my man Buster
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter But arsenic writer, often with arthritis Carpel-tunnel
only parents God gave me, they were slaves,) (And it crippled me, I got the destiny of a casualty,) (But I live through my babies and I change my reality
To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to. Although the masters make the rules For the wise men
of appendage of directed sight and speech. dictating placement of footsteps and embrace. SERVE MY DESTINY SERVE MY PROPHECY SERVE MY FUTURE SERVE MY FUTURE the master
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials Building bombs in the attic for elected officials I quit my job, I cut my hair You know I cut my
on wake They stole all my other shit Keeping my money nigger Fuck all that our talk Life is only what you make it You can take it and waste it Or take
are with you, and will lead you. Never let your mental conquer me (Chorus) Never love my enemy You could never take my history You could never block my destiny
with you, and will lead you. Never let your mental conquer me (Chorus) Never love my enemy You could never take my history You could never block my destiny
think to find some sympathy. Never ask us to play this song, or that song about our pants, or our Kitty-Doggie. Never ask us to play Godzilla, or Shut Up, or
' it, doin' it, doin' it My pad and my pen The beat and the blend The party won't end Just keep your [incomprehensible] buildin' with friends, yo My pad and my pen My beat and my
To keep it in your mind and not forget That it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to Although the masters make the rules For the wise men
money or rappin' for a fee Think upon the words is my only plea 'Cause this song's about to end, your time is runnin' thin And now that my time is up