still down for c dot m's C wont stop till i c dem M's always recordin big from mornin dun'kno fo show chippy keeps it bless and im fully grown quote
a teenager Sold my tortured youth, piss and vinegar I'm still angry with no reason to be At the architect who imagined this For the everyman, blessed
on the way, my lady glowing today, at least That's what the midwife said, on the phone Anyway, the music got me going away Like everyday, but it's a blessing
sad eyes and tears Years of fears, but yo my foes couldn't bear I searched for the truth since my youth And went to church since birth, but it wasn't
august, year '70, endin of my mom's pregnancy Beginnin of masada's legacy, christ blew the breath in me To rule is my destiny, mind is my weapontry Bless
explain this Heinous, inking the ache from my anguish Sounds insane, you're speaking my language... [Chorus] [Black Thought] One for the pressing, two for the cross Three for the blessing
[Intro/Chorus: Paris] Is it a, coincidence that we ain't taught truth A, coincidence that they target the youth A, coincidence everything is the same
right next to God and he calling you Son Taking you in, Angels breaking you in This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin And may God bless your
nine, get up Cause it's time to make the payback fat To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black And accept no substitutes I bring truth to the youth
in the chamber whenever I'm feeling this anger Don't wanna make excuses 'cause this is how it is What's the use unless we're shooting no one notices the youth
to educate the youth (Speak on it God) 'Cause if we won't, then who will? (True) Terror Squad style, yo (Speak on it God) Yo, I was a wild adolescent, blessed
feelin this anger Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth It's just me against
Mama said, "Son, someday you'll learn this lesson Hard times never last, each day is a blessing Keep your eyes on that kingdom waiting down the road Across
1964, the 31st of May The girl gave birth to a baby boy He's not a burden, he's a bundle of joy She was just a young girl in her youth And her parents
around reputer losers that's why I knew the math for the future In my path of youth, out for the cash My mans in the ass, jar bless One of my mans keep
Back through the years I go wondering once again Back to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags that someone gave us And how my mamma put these