they can't fade me Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop me UHH, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas
say Is the undisputed truth But I have to have things my own way To keep me in my youth Like a ship without an achor Like a slave without a chain Just
can save Go DJ's: Every touch of the plates is like a touch of His grace [Verse One] I've got a riddle- what went from little to larger than you thought Adults and youth
fear Know self truth Don't accept self deception Can't blame it on your youth Defy natural inclination Accept the task of breaking the chain Searching
pride came and went, and you ain't make it It was right in front of your face, you ain't take it Never be me, I can't live with that Cause the youth I
I can recall the warm youth of a summer day, The sweetest lemonade, The darkest game arcade, And Billy had a yearning In the corner of his mind, It moved
Torment upon torment Stripped down to the flesh Youth is drained - virginity trashed Instinct beyond the animal Nights of endless suffering Philosophy
, it'll cost you black Saw a lot of good years, I'm a flosser black Whether rap or crack, the money the proof A straight hustler from the youth, nigga
win it, a forerunner like Toyota Buy a bulk, or stack a chunk of my cheddar Fuck a trendsetter, another sound bwoy dying Compliments chain letter, Shanghai
I'll just let it flow without worries So much has changed, so many have left Chained by the emptiness of everyday Slaves to cozy homes I'm still here and the flame of youth
(bling) Glits cost me 30, a brick that's a birdie (birdie) District, dipshit, I'm rich and it's early (early) These chickens be thirsty (uhh huh) ursty (uhh huh) Cause my chain
truth Living hell Buried youth Life is here Life is dead Hollowed eyes Zombie head Born in dirt Sin and pain Always to wear A fucking chain Tear my
too Taking out frustration or raping unsuspecting men You bite their cocks Glad none of that happened to me Medical attention is at hand Still I'm chained
right through it I got thug fluid running through these veins I got made by the skills running through my brain And I'll never change cause this hoods who I am From a small, young youth
of true blasphemy, Religion pure alchemy And gold lines no lead streets Blessed are the meek who reek in honesty True green lie in botany, They're hawking me from high atop the food chain
di fire blaze, blaze You know say rasta youth, say we no 'fraid, 'fraid Go make this fire, make this fire blaze, blaze You know say rasta youth, say we
The french fries at the A&W Taste a little strange? I drive down to the disco Pompadour and pink lamme I bow and blow the doorman He parts the chain
let him go He wants to travel but don't wanna go solo Daddy when I grow up I want to be a silent hero Standing by a legacy that wasn't very bad Chained
