There's a liquor store With whinos in the front Begging for a nickel Just to get a sip or more Nickel bags They blow trees like sycamore Get the young
m putting rappers In bags like groceries Something they could feel For the people that's close to me This love second to the worship To the one who died for me Young
[Young Son] Day and night I sit alone is utter silence, I, I Keep wondering, I guess wondering why I'm reaching up But still can't touch the sky, sky
Lying Dead In A Hospital Bed. Now Help Me To Talk About A Very Special Young Girl Who's Life Have Just Been Taken Away And I've Grown To Realize Apprieciate Each Other
your land Your only son done became a man I'm watchin time fly I love my people do or die But I wonder why We scared to let each other fly June 1-6 7-
but now a nigga sell words for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son Dyin luck none supply us with
Not the way i pictured this, i wanted better things) Some are scared others killing for fun I shot a mother in front of her son. (Change this from my
Cause lies were killing me and the censor begun You cant blame me cause I'm too young You cant blame me sure the killer was my son But I didn't teach
s like (Whoop, there's it is) From the block parties to house parties I gets it in I'ma bump Bee's a knees And that's exactly what I meant Young
tech meet ya ass son The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin) Nigga tryin to see
When I was a young boy, My father took me into the city To see a marching band. He said, "Son when you grow up, Would you be the saviour of the broken
t tryin to sell your dreams Just trying to show you, that's it's other ways to make cream (Take it from me) Just go to school and make somethin of your young
the angels cry, i look up in the sky and i wonder why? why you had to go, go I know its better on the other side, you were chosen from the start never
My fine young son has turned out gay And it would be OK on any other day And it would be OK on any other day And it would be OK on any other day
the streets Black rage amplified over dope beats, now they want to shut us down And they don't fuck around, check the history books, son Black leaders die young
these words reach you Cuz you never know where life?ll lead you We gon party for my niggaz that died young Too soon, never seen the other side son I
character And get they bones fractured You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton Woman cry, woman cry, son
wrote the songs we sing. His son Solomon the Wise had it down cold. He asked God for wisdom when He offered him gold. And there were other dark times