glory Hear the children as they start to pray [CHORUS] Here the voices of anger screaming Please unlock these chains We beg you, have mercy We will cede you The key
dog those was the days (let's do it again) 'Fore the invasions of haters, man crews from all around (do it a) Used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin Key
got the bread for the luxuries? Who told us that it's ingrained? We who hold these whips and chains If there's no lock, who needs a key? When did we
take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot I can take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my
mommy and daddy had a lock and key. so she went over the wall and she was finally free. she wants to know "why did the tv tell those lies? it lied
here on the open road One small heart and a great big soul that's driving No set of directions, no shortcuts Just some empty soda cans, Some cigarette butts The key
High Don't Wanna Know How Deep The Fall Is No I Can't Come Down And Everytime I Send My Girl Out Of Town I Put Some Key's On That Bitch Im a certified
paint your face with Niggas don't say shit, fuck your hype man If there's a bystander standing by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out) Cause I can, You get squashed like pop cans
Got to beat the rush and report it all to the hive mind Weathermen and such, motherfucks, try to malign mine Let's digress now, kings, put your cans
My mother said, "You sucked my pussy when you came out Don't ever talk back, I handed your life and I'll snatch it back" I'm just a latch key kid with
crazed Just to reiterate dog those was the days Fo' the invasions of haters, man crews from all around used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin' Key Lo
shit, fuck your hype, man If there's a bystander standin' by, I'm firin' at cha 'Cause I can, you get squashed like pop cans I'll be shooting 7Up in
dont say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin by im firein at ya, cause i can You get squashed like pop cans I be shootin 7up in your
the corner! That's yours too? Yeah! 12 pack of bud, 11 wrestlin' tickets Tin a' copenhagen, 9 years probation 8 table dancers, 7 packs of redman 6 cans
here on the open road One small heart and a great big soul that's driving No set of directions, no shortcuts Just some empty soda cans, some cigarette butts The key
to appease me I know this point in life, it wouldn't be easy I gave you my all, I would eat food Out of cans, with my hands and all Just to show and prove
