April 2009
Some things will never change I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black my stomach hurts
True love Just like the land that bear the name Africa, Love is on my mind. It’s for everyone no matter where you’re from, Love, it cross all lines. Like the feeling of all the seasons ch
Call pon dem Call pon dem poor people a call pon dem Seh di poverty thing it fi end Call pon dem herbalist a call pon dem Seh fi legalize the herb from when Call pon dem rastaman a call pon dem
The main event You better step up, you lookin kinda lost Claimin two ghetto streets that dont even cross If you didnt know, Im a true arti-st Who drops gems like on the run from police Alias ev
Me love uh uh uh uh oh ooh why'd you have to go-oh away from home me love. see the first time me lookin at your eyes me be tell you want a guy like me we use to ave gud times on da evenin me a
Helsjuk kväll på bockarna :)
Bring it if you really want it It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show Let em know who they fuckn wit yo: a rhyme wrangler Tri-angular,
Bockarna ikväll.... igen :)
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