And unknown for a long, long time Fell in love years ago With an innocent girl From the Spanish and Indian home Of the heroes and villains Once at night Catillian squared the fight
newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch and hit you with levels beyond your control My momma never raised no punks and hoes
the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch And hit you with levels beyond your control My momma never raised no punks
tired of women Just wanna be myself, keep the fame Keep the wealth, give me my health Take me to a place where there ain't hatin' no more Where I don't gotta raise
strangers Invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers Low chain 'em as the enemies approach So raise your draw bridge and drown them in the moat And the spirit
my friend to the struggle, but I guess that made me strong, made me strong, I seen a whole lot of drama, and it taught me how to fight, taught me how to fight
your album least awaited Even Big Tigger wouldn't let you in 'The Basement' Face it y'all niggas face down with your legs kicking They call your momma Roy Jones 'cause she raise
[Madchild:] Who raised by wolves, trained by gorillas Caged fighters, gangstas and killers, Skateboard kids, successful drug dealers, Pro snowboarders
police came marching in its like they wouldn't stop barging in asking momma what mob I'm in try strictly left us some scars within fighting back the
it like this So raise the glasses for all the lost ones in your life Dilla dawg and master wow, what up with Emmy Is well to propel with the spirit
I will lay your body down in healing waters Turn this darkness into light, help you stand, I'll help you fight But don't ever let them break your spirit
blame it on A broken heart needs someone new to blame it on Thirteen valleys lying silent in the haze Filled with promises and spirits that we raised But the spirits
spirit of the people The spirit of the people The spirit of the people The rhythm has begun The spirit of the people The spirit of the people The spirit
it So put your ego to the side soon as you standing beside it Raise your right hand and let the spirit know it's invited Don't need to fight it I just
. Grab your bible cram up, clan up, ain?t not time to clam up, we gone fight with praise everybody put your hands up. (Hook) Holy Spirit pick us up we
Where your spirit lives forever Cherokee, riding free, you ride into the sky Where all your freedom lasts forever You were young but you were wise, you were smoke that always raised
't explain I use to be different but now it seems that I'm the same As the rest of these hard heads in my hood I'm livin' foul even though Momma raised
