holes in shirts and chumps buried in skirts Prayin' to God is hard, these streets don't play But you gotta keep up your guard and hope the pain go away
's been tossed The projector caught fire, every last frame was lost And nobody wants to go Nobody wants to go to the moon anymore Your father found work, he was raised
's not supposed to mean you can't have any fun. so, come out and raise your fists high, stage dive, and forget about what they say. dance the night away
sound Treating me like more Than just a star of the sport But more like the judge in a court Y'all rise And raise your hands in the air Pump your fists
Bo Hizzee Chorus x2 Verse 3 Bo hagon I raised wit killers I ran wit dealers Smoke a blunt a day for my locked away niggaz My bread is stacked
bolshevik bravado. and you can tell by the way i raise my hand - not in a fist but for a question. take out your manifestos and then put them away. i
shackles have to fall and we will be Metallian kings Raise your fist, raise your fist Raise your fist, high Raise your fist, raise your fist Raise your fist
see Where we want to go But we float like leaves and an autumn breeze We ebb and then we flow Should we stamp our feet and raise our fists And fight
how the fuck can I raise a little girl I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you... [CHORUS] [
Now the grown up Goliath nation Holdin open auditions for the part of David, can you feel? Nothing can save you, you question the rain You get rushed in and chained up fists raised
Lil boosie keep his mind at ease And god kno I kno That somebody gon hate on me But god kno I'm thug so U kno lil boosie go and get skeet [Verse 1:]
daylight Back from the hades, into the daylight King of tonight, tell me what should I do Should I die in glory, should I raise my fist The Crime
Writers unlike rappers can't go pop So they stay underground till the day graff is legalized Civil eyes look upon us as evil guys Though we trod one away
no chance of return I raise up my fist to the sky But know that these days were the best of our lives And nothing can take that away So when we are dead
how to kill But tell me do you how to let a nigga live I gotta dream that maybe one day Niggaz can't fight then walk away I'm talkin' fist-a-cuffs put
' curse. I've a terrible tongue, a temper for two, And ev'rything I've got belongs to you. Don't raise your voice at me, That's very rude. To raise your
ghetto First the political prisoners must be let go And you must let go of your power master You'll never get out without much discipline Raise your fist but also raise