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Cantata BWV 4, Christ lag in todesbanden: Duet: Den Tod nemand szingen kunnt bei allen Menschen kindern

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  • 2015.07.10
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Yo it's ya boy Silkk. Hey hey. Know what I'm sayin? I got Fiend and Mac in here. These soldiers warriors Know what I'm sayin? And survivors know but We're in serious times. [Chorus] I said all our soldiers in the streets Life ain't always guaranteed (There's no guarantee) Some of this aimed for you and me But it's a ghetto war So be all you can be That's why your big brother Fiend gon' holler And I really meant, I don't want to be here if I don't gotta Not tryin' to discourage, a lotta But look in my eyes Even though we camouflaged I can't disguise the pain we got Inside That's why I ride all night Smokin' till I can't smoke no more Want to forget some of the shit we saw With that old dirty four oh Want to give money to the poor folk But got one eighty and one quarter Splitin' that three ways That's between my momma, sister and her daughter [Chorus: x2] This life shit is way so serious Don't want to question you Lord, but I'm so curious I sleep amongst killers I don't know who to trust I meet beucoup bitches and now it's cool to fuck I made it from nothin' to havin' little change Now niggas in my hood they look at me strange I live for the moment 'cause I'm afraid of my future Don't let me die, oh Lord why I look myself in my eyes and I see why thugs cry Shell shocked, I get that from my pops And he told me keep it cocked, so I keep it cocked Life is but a dream and we all seein' And if seein' is believin', don't wake me up this evening Whoa! [Chorus: x2] All I know, is I don't want to go But I don't want to be here either If I gotta be here killin' and sellin' dope The world is a ghetto And I be wonderin' if y'all could be feelin my pain Tryin' to put it down the best way I know how When I'm gone y'all can remember my name If I die tomorrow, don't be sorry Let it be known I told the truth And never know what's gon happen when I'm done rappin' Doin' my song, in this booth And if I die, tell P he keeps my legacy alive My chance was slim And if it had to happen, let it be known I'm glad it happened to me, instead of them Now desperate times call for desperate measures Ain't no pleasure in killin' Ain't no pleasure either in going without feedin' for weeks Have you ever had that feeling? No guarantees, Lord please, can't bring back the past Can't buy time either, so I guess what's the use of havin cash? And look now, penitentiary's packed With niggas who had dreams to be rich Man spend a little bit, have a little something Dead men can't spend shit I'll trade some of this money for this pain Trade some of this money for this fame P nigga you think it's easy dog But it ain't 'cause I been with you throughout this game I thought we could flip keys together I thought we could make g's together Now I know what's going on I gotta make these dollars all night long I thought you saw the bigger picture How could you betray your closest nigga? How can I ever trust you again? Tell me, man Yo Fiend, yo Mac. It's real. Gotta be able to do it. So many niggas want to see you fall dog. We gon' ball y'all, for real.

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