thinkin is outdated she can't understand the game Shyeah, hard time three to nine in a jailhouse Is no different from slavin nine to five in a warehouse Yo in projects shit is mad real for the youth
I, so heed warning as I stand before you without sorrow, driven eternally by the immortality of blackness, which leaves me confused when gangstas die today
, for peace of the world, stay in bed, grow your hair. Grow your hair. Okay, good night. Now it's time to say good night, good night, sleep tight
the serpents king We're gonna do our thing Let that freedom ring If you wit me people sing [Chorus:] Family stand, family stand, family stand, family stand
to a church song But when Big Poppa comes on I'm the first one to sing along (SE) And that's fucked up aint it, living my life in containment Recluse through my youth
in, for peace of the world, stay in bed, grow your hair. Grow your hair. Okay, good night. Now it's time to say good night, good night, sleep tight
influences all music here today So either you respect it we gon' take it back Hip hop, the voice of the street, the voice of the youth The voice that
still the winter Clarence Smith, he was born a friday The fifth son, of Louis and Mary After him, came Dennis and Harry Now that's seven, six boys, one
in pounds Open up and taste the sound Well I say, ah Well I say I think I've had enough Yo today gonna be the day Yeah 'cause last night well I had the