every mother's son Everything in domesticity Assumes it's role other than me Displaced persons whose culture let me down I raised my own daughters in a pornographic town (I raised
call her But I'm still ridin' 'round in that Beamer that he bought her There she go now but I'm busy Gettin' money on the other side of town So I ain
ask these editors at MTV Far as they know they?re publishing some new school poetry Let it be ?cause even that will do to turn the key Doorways into other
pride and both feet on the ground This time is different from the others This time I'm going with my brothers Try the champ not today anyway Giving you a raised fist
to have the faith in humanity is insanity I'm waiting for the sun to rise to wipe away those angry faces Invasion led by other nations I feel fragile
true The lethal rash on me was you. In the mist will be the fist to guide you through dictatorship. In the mist will be the fist to guide you through
you. Now i've finnaly realized the reason of your bald head You've lost your real hair and now just covering it up. Cause real skin s aren't against other
, I will need all the luck that you send And my burning desire is to put out the burning fire Which human being is better than the other And why are
both feets on the ground this time is different from others this time I'm going with my brothers try the champ not today anyway he will just give you a raised fist
get the words out of head. And I try to embrace them all before I let myself get carried away. And I must say, a privilege like this doesn't come every other
a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die} (F) Dropping Names (Take PCP) He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost He thrusts his fists
this, let the others go first So the brothers won't miss, fried till it's burned and crisp Say we be cooking so the funksters can raise their fist like
owe my soul to the company store. Well, if you see me comin', better step aside. A lotta men didn't, an' a lotta men died. One fist of iron, the other
that needle and thread Stitch up my broken heart! I cave in, I black out, I bottle up until I pick a fight Then I raise a bloody fist in a salute to
from the streets) His hired guns and sheets of armor gives them shelter through the heat! The fodder... But there are other bullets, other walls, where
it is the truth this maybe is the end so, raise your fist and let god take control it's not religion it's a secure option there is no other way to be
others say that I'm crazy but they all say I'm a little on the weird side It ain't like I can help it, it's the way I was raised so I'm living every
you try to catch wreck Smack the back of your neck,and take your Youth Core check I make more dough than Gregory Peck Never have to raise a fist, I keep