should care You may think I'm soft but you're just unaware Of the wrath of the Ice enraged prepare For a true nighmare Squeeze the trigger Cops hate kids,kids
mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer The phat hummer Trying to find a sister with a voice The phat drummer
You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects
We don't own this place, though we act as if we did It's a loan from the children of our children's kids The actual owners haven't even been born yet
, "I love you one" more time But when he heard the sound Of the kids laughin' in the background He had to wipe away a tear from his eye A little voice
is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon Sip from the star, sun and the moon In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers ***** ** kids
that, that blood of a slave Boilin' in my veins, it's just hot Until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a king turn my voice up
his bag And tossed it in the river below Thanks for the help Down here on Earth A thousand prayers, a million words But one voice was heard One voice was heard One voice
nice to Dale [Andy] FUCK DALE! [Jorma] FUCK DALE! [Andy] I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAVE SEX WITH THAT GUY! This goes out to all the mamas Trying to protect their kids
, whatta man, whatta mighty good man Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man My man is smooth like Barry and his voice got bass A
you can learn from rappin' But they try to ban it, realize that it ain't gon' happen We done changed the world Ghetto voices bein' heard and failed
can love from rappin But they try an ban it, realize it ain't gon' happen We done changed the world Ghetto voices bein heard and felt Now I got my guns
enemy see me flippin in the picnic with your little divide and conquer but my sister was ready to bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my voice
Hallelujah can tell this Devin's got some shit wouldn't give a fuck if you dissed Because shit to each's own and each owns voice You stealin', killin'
face, she got her palms to it My life is gettin' too wild I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it Bout to lose it, voices screamin', "Don't do it
there's way too many people suffering I wish they didn't have no labels There'd be more change with no labels [Verse 2] My kids will grow up soon Your kids
had a encore, it be like a onslaught A lot of niggas died, it's too many to mourn for I'm thinkin bout my youth, us as little kids Am I wrong for having