slowly Send a message to the world (A message to the world) Send a message to the world (A message to the world) Send a message to the world Another world
Now everytime I get on a plane, I'm a nervous wreck (whoaaaa) Back to my childhood, remember Big Wheels? When I was a young boy, toys were a big deal (
I look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped
signs to be exact Each sign is a house, and you should keep in mind Each house equals, a period of time The time, two thousand years and that's a fact
through the rest of the year Cause I don't what was worser the World Trade, or the death of a leader It's like the message is clear, I'm still here, God
yo y'alls the Motha fucka's that's guilty lockin' me in solitary eight years of filthy kill the messanger, you can't kill the message yo I'm bringin'
I was in a rush to grow up, look Mom no cuts Just a stomach in disgust, and the fear that I might go nuts this year If I don't swell up I'll see you
Aaah, Pussy Control, oh Our story begins in a schoolyard A little girl skipping rope with her friends A tisket, a tasket, no lunch in her basket Just
fucking truck and niggaz falling like dominoes bring the world ??? more homicide you ask why cause a nigga have a nigga ready to drop get caught for jealing just a
where I wrote half of these paragraphs... but fuck it This is to my ten year story, in another decade you better be better prepared for me in the first four years
look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped out
"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment
to kill 'Cos what I call home, you call hell My ghetto quarters ain't no better than a jail cell But there's a message in this story that I'm tryna tell
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years was spend burying my peers In the cemetery, here's a message