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The struggle for life would soon be over A young man on his deathbed lay Here is his head in dying anger And this what I heard him say Take this message
Well, my brother says I can't live in the past But when you're more depressed by what's ahead You start believing in old dreams very fast There were some
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago We was talkin? about television and doin? it on the radio What we did was to help our generation realize
By the time you get this message I will be behind the wheel Watchin' dotted yellow hexagrams Stretch into the dark Left hand surfin' on iced tinged winds
1991 grilled cgeese goes on it's way to different cities Rocking for the kiddies To do shows for rows, no foes, dough in escrow All the money went to
Uh, ha, uh, ha Another inebriated beat You know what time it is Straight for the street KRS-One, hold tight, look, look Crack, don't mess with that Speed
[Dr. Dre] This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P. .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background] .. A message to God .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background
This one's for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P A message to God Since you finishin' 'em early, what possessed you to start him? We made a vow, later we'll regret
[Drake] I forgot about you last night for the first time in a long time I did I was caught up in these drinks they keep on making an amazin conversation
DJ Drama & Pharrell Yessur! S-Choir and GQ Dont kid yourself trying to save me too Rigged yourself of thinking that me is you you aint me and nigga
Lil Wayne yo yo public service anouncment man It's your boy- Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "fuckin'" and uhh this is a public service announcement
My people you supposed to be, my people ain't cha But my people ain't something that I see 'Cuz they not never you at my shows We've been all over the
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though You freak niggaz played out, get fucked an' ate out
Raise your brow above the ground Beyond the still horizon's boundaries Raise your thoughts above your dreams At times it's hard to see, but After
It's late in the evening She's wondering what clothes to wear She puts on her make up And brushes her long blonde hair And then she asks me, "Do I look
Here it goes, concealed, revealed A revolution a solution without bloodshed finally Disciplic succession, placed in my possession Complete so sweet,