There's a liquor store With whinos in the front Begging for a nickel Just to get a sip or more Nickel bags They blow trees like sycamore Get the young
m putting rappers In bags like groceries Something they could feel For the people that's close to me This love second to the worship To the one who died for me Young
[Young Son] Day and night I sit alone is utter silence, I, I Keep wondering, I guess wondering why I'm reaching up But still can't touch the sky, sky
the streets Black rage amplified over dope beats, now they want to shut us down And they don't fuck around, check the history books, son Black leaders die young
these words reach you Cuz you never know where life?ll lead you We gon party for my niggaz that died young Too soon, never seen the other side son I
character And get they bones fractured You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton Woman cry, woman cry, son
wrote the songs we sing. His son Solomon the Wise had it down cold. He asked God for wisdom when He offered him gold. And there were other dark times
that make the angels cry, I look up in the sky and I wonder why? why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side, you were chosen from the
had my first son May eleven, I never will forget the day A star's born, let's name him little scarface My first born and yo I'm a proud father I gotta son
never know the outcomes it's always safe to pray And try to do my best to understand he write a rhyme away I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other
not making me much Man, this beat is like my master, it's making me bust Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing But you like every other
rings Fly from sure kings from queens press the one-eighteen I have my eyes open stepping out into the world So fiendish, old English till I earl, growing pains A young
ain't gonna change You're so young you've got so far to go on And don't think you'll reach your goal, young man Little ghetto boy you are Little ghetto
Victory won in a world of Hennessey and guns Too young for the marches but I remember these drums To start reality of wars and battles we fought for ours
, I ain't tryin' to sell your dreams Just trying to show you That's it's other ways to gettin' cream, to kissin' me Just go to school and make somethin' of Tour young
out here, pumpin' the name Too $hort, the one and only, I just rock it Fat bankrolls in my pocket Call me 'The Dirty Rapper', I'll say, "Sure" But I'm a young
Dead In A Hospital Bed. Now Help Me To Talk About A Very Special Young Girl Who's Life Have Just Been Taken Away And I've Grown To Realize Apprieciate Each Other
cool A: Follow your heart G: And not your friends A: And some of your friends G: Could lead you into dead ends" A: The other day my father said, "Son