She signs this letter with her lipstick and seals it with a kiss sincierly my everything She signs this letter with her lipstick and seals it with a
And when you're lost. I'll be your way home tonight. Your hearts will cost. But I will hold on oh so tight. [[Chorus]]: You say, you say. You say, you
class and don't know who the professor is How low people go for the dough and make a mess of things? Kids are murdering other kids for the fun of it
In the suburbs I I learned to drive And you told me we'd never survive Grab your mother's keys we're leaving You always seemed so sure That one day we
You know parents are the same No matter time nor place They don't understand that us kids Are going to make some mistakes So to you, all the kids
is running out, We don't have forever, Unless we break down, These walls, stand together, There is no other way There is no other way Only the strong survive
never win Ghettos keep a crying out to streets full of zombies Kids are killing kids and then the kids join the army Rising and a waking, yes sir here
the time I was inclined To get smooth and prove that I can rock a funk rhyme Hey yo, ice-cube chillin Cause we got the gats and knack to see the kids
Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on O D. O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids
You know parents are the same, no matter time nor place They don't understand that us kids are going to make some mistakes So to you, all the kids all
of that, he used his two hands, Ignored the cold war His wife would keep him warm, On the weekends, He'd load the car up with the kids and they'd go
moses and job, moved a divine order Shit it's plastic material, havin' no life I crash whips and leave it no matter the price As long as I survive, coppin
the rap repo man To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real Professionals, stickup kids dreamin' for mills Let my words guide you, get inside you From Crip to Pirus this is survival
, Say me say manymanymany How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany I get mad frustrated when I rhyme Thinking of all the kids
on cheeba I said I was a fan, she said "groovy" Dropped her denim skirt and said, "hop to it" Made love all night (More like we fucked!) Kids banging
