clap ur hands.....
seems to me that things seem to be goin around and around wit no direction at all....the world seems to be worse off....we cant get it right....whats up wit the luv....u cant even say what up to a brotha these days....momma and daddys be gettin married makin luv til momma gets tierd and now there seperated with two kids....whats up wit the luv....drug dealers sellin to lil kidz....ity bitty kiddys be goin crazy cus momma dosent have food but she has five on a H I T.......whats up wit the luv.....is this really what were trying to teach our kidz....i mean if we mention GOD in school, soon kidz will be gettin suspended for praying....thats the way we are headin...we built this country in GODS name... and now we dont want ne thing to do with him.....wheres the luv.....whats up wit the luv.....heres a lil something my good friend once said............ Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has....... And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy, Guess she's given birth to a baby.........I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan.....We jump into another form of slavery Even now I keep discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage,I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle.....I make mistakes, I learn from everyone, And when its said and done, I bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset, you don't stress, Never forget, that God hasn'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,But am I less holy, Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies......Before we find world peace,
We gotta find peace in that war on the streets......
My ghetto gospel.....{Tupac} ....i put a lil more then i thought i was goin to... but o well....i am just blowed fuckin round...isp sucks balls.... im outtie...u know where to fiiiind me...luv
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has....... And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy, Guess she's given birth to a baby.........I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan.....We jump into another form of slavery Even now I keep discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage,I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle.....I make mistakes, I learn from everyone, And when its said and done, I bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset, you don't stress, Never forget, that God hasn'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,But am I less holy, Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies......Before we find world peace,
We gotta find peace in that war on the streets......
My ghetto gospel.....{Tupac} ....i put a lil more then i thought i was goin to... but o well....i am just blowed fuckin round...isp sucks balls.... im outtie...u know where to fiiiind me...luv