Voice for the voiceless
I Give you my pain
Life full of multiple choices
But Most s dont gain
In Hell how do you cope with
No sense to maintain
Talking
House to house
Sleeping couch to couch
So Kiccd In Doors to See
What That lifestyle was all about
Really not my scheme thou
Ratha speak to my people
Bout How this world is corrupt
Tell My s That We Need More
Young Blacc Kings
To Doctrine Our Eulogy.
Nigass Get Hit Everynight
One Day It Could Be You Or Me.
See I See The Bigger Picture
In A World Built From Hate.
Thinking When We see 6 figures
We would all be great
It'll all be good.
But Who really winning
When They Getting paid to keep us in the hood.
Paul Hardy 3
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InpairedVoice for the voiceless I Give you my pain Life full of multiple choices But Most s dont gain In Hell how do you cope with No sense to maintain Talking House to house Sleeping couch to couch So Kiccd In Doors to See What That lifestyle was all about Really not my scheme thou Ratha speak to my people Bout How this world is corrupt Tell My s That We Need More Young Blacc Kings To Doctrine Our Eulogy. Nigass Get Hit Everynight One Day It Could Be You Or Me. See I See The Bigger Picture In A World Built From Hate. Thinking When We see 6 figures We would all be great It'll all be good. But Who really winning When They Getting paid to keep us in the hood.  |