I am a hard person to love but when I love, I love really hard.
Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.
You know it's funny, when it rains it pours they got money for wars, but can't feed the poor.
And did you ever stop to think that im old enough to go to war but i aint old enough to drink.
God damn! Drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies, Livin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty. We try to cry, but still they all die, I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is: they all high.
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
If I upset you, don't stress. Never forget That God isn't finished with me yet. I feel His hand on my brain... When I write rhymes, I go blind and let the Lord do His thang.
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)
Even the genius ask questions.
Hip Hop was supposed to be this new thing that had no boundaries and was so different to everyday music. As long as it has soul to it, hip hop can live on.
I am not a perfectionist, but still I seek perfection. I am not a great romantic, but yet I yearn 4 affection
I'm down for you, so ride with me. My enemies your enemies, Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me.
Dear Mama, don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good, Tell the homies I'm in heaven, and they ain't got hoods. Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook, Drippin' peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke.
Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up... Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up.
Be grateful for blessings, Don't ever change, keep your essence. The power is in the people and politics we address.
Why isn't it hip-hop when I do it? Everybody else can have beef within the music, talk about differences and it's ok. It's music, it's hip-hop, it's ground breaking. When I do it, it's war.
Dear mama, yo baby boys doing fine tell the homies I'm in heaven and they aint got hoods.
Heavenly Father, I'm a soldier I'm gettin, hotter, cuz the world is gettin' colder.
With all this extra stressin The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath When will I finaly get to rest? Through this supression they punish the people that's askin questions And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions Be grateful for blessings Don't ever change, keep your essence The power is in the people and politics we address.
They say pu$$y and paper is poetry power and pistols.
For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean
I ain't calling me God. I'm just doing my part on where I think hip hop should go. I think hip hop should be about more money, crazier sounds, different beats.
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