Aiyyo the shot Cornbread in the street And they killed Cochise over a beef
Ah man, I'm just a brother whose intentions are Oh lord, don't let me be misunderstood I gotta 10 fifty-fo' under the Several stages of lifespan, damned if I be a when it's not a laughin matter Modern contemporary man still and gather data They want glamour, the prize Give 'em a torch and they put the to your eyes Give 'em a inch they a yard and they pull your card Throw a wrench so far in yours it'll leave a the bar, I pass it with the right scholastics They it plastic, that's why they couldn't grasp it I always knew you would fail me shame on me twice you shouldn't have to tell me And be damned if I'll let you get away with that I ain't playin that, that's that bullshit!
Jardine and the tryin to make ends meet Half dead and do dirty as some God thiefs
Yo - hold your up, you only got your life left Make the right step and sing the wrong song Fight somebody your own damn You dead wrong, thinkin you won't yo' demise baby here, gon' grow up to be a king I don't know how you seein things, but that's a It'll be over my body if I let you put a mother{fuckin} on his back Shit ain't changed, just the choices The voices in your head do what you don't gotta do They scared of themselves which means that they of me And them the same, fools that shot at you The giveth and he taketh away God bless I can live to see another day And if I had it my way I'd you all by the neck Have some respect, serve and protect
Aiyyo the police Cornbread in the street And just killed Cochise over a beef
And if my could see you now They'll take your head, cause you probably even bow You humble, you mumble jumble Your tower of power'll crumble You my uncle, put a dagger through my brother's heart I need another start, cause if I then what I now, it'll be wild Booyaka! Booyaka! I'll put you in the A peaceful man ain't got no here I guess you wanna see 'em all die with the I face fear everyday 'til the is clear I fight 'em like a man cause it's what I am Somebody told me the to freedom is lonely but I swear I ain't on my own I'm my sisters, my families, my homies Now I'm about to take mother(fucker) home
the police short Cornbread in the street And they killed Cochise over a beef Jardine and the kids to make ends meet Half dead and do dirty as some God thiefs