for you It's time for! It's time for you to leave It's time for you to leave It's time for! It's time for you to leave It's time for you to leave It'
my dear, sweet mother, She just looked at me like a cow looks At an oncoming train And she leaned right down next to me And she said, "IT'S GOOD FOR
here, nuttin' more can stop me Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans Amatullah Tisha
in my arms on the railroad track 'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space There's gotta be a better place for you and me There's pie
Her skin was black like it was packed with melanin Back in the days of slaves she packin' like Harriet Tubman Her arms are long and she moves like song
, my body, I can keep Reaching just above me , I see my pillow's there But yet I have no head, my head is on the chair I'm staring at my body, I look
rhyme with me Where's my house I've got the key Brothers can't see me, not All ya'll cats tryin to be me Might as well go on, hits to me Had a E,
't drove your bitch your way, I told her she can crash here Yeah, I'm counting people like the cashier Living like I'm limited, grieving like it's my
look in her eyes I see shes the only one that's meant for me. Chorus Gotta let me live, gotta let me do for me Gotta let me learn, gotta let me
for me Hey Mr. DJ, jam all night long Hey Mr. DJ, play that song for me Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' this song for me Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta
Dobson I CAN FEEL YOUR ARMS AROUND ME LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY I CAN FEEL YOUR HEARING NEXT TO ME AND HEAR YOUR LAUGHTER GAY YOU TRIED TO TELL ME WHAT
my momma I loved the way she hold me I love the way she talked to me She used to teach me a lot of things She taught me good things, she taught me bad
papers, need I say more? Yeah Well, holla at me when you see me on the streets Or it's the chocolate don and where I'm from They put diamonds on fingers and watches on arms If ya lookin' for
' she takes the charge If a nigga go to jail she run for her nigga Money orders, business and front ones for her nigga She hear a nigga ballin', work that body for
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your hood And we wanna know, what's really good? All my niggaz, block for block Rock for rock, top for top Top a top,
sold Tell me something to ease my worry, tell me something to calm me down Tell me something to prove your story, a shot of sodium pentathol Tell me
upon my eyes? Gauge the moon for size against my paw? While the queen of love She sings to me From above and beyond the world And I observe my mind
a crack sellin' mentality. I sharpen my brain, Karate keep my body trained. I think of my brother and how the crack tighened the veins in his arms, Wish
