die young All the evil seem to live forever Only the good die young All the evil seem to live forever Only the good die young Only the good die young
: (J. Baez) A young gypsy fell out in a slumber Heading north with a driver he knew Someone he'd lived with and trusted A young woman who trusted him
[Young Son] Day and night I sit alone is utter silence, I, I Keep wondering, I guess wondering why I'm reaching up But still can't touch the sky, sky
There's a liquor store With whinos in the front Begging for a nickel Just to get a sip or more Nickel bags They blow trees like sycamore Get the young
m putting rappers In bags like groceries Something they could feel For the people that's close to me This love second to the worship To the one who died for me Young
you young son, young son, dont let be down young son, uh huh, am truting you young son, uh, dont let me down young son am trusting you young son [Puba
Alright [VERSE 1: Breeze] Girls, a subject that I think of every hour While I'm relaxin, in fact sittin down or takin a shower Ain't a time in the day
sprain my tongue Don't need a chiropractor to help me rap to This beat, now I got you captured I come in peace; just because I'm young Doesn't mean ( ? )
[VERSE 1: Breeze] There's a difference between me and you and I can prove this Check the stance, the dance and the smoothness The fluidness, the effortless
m The Young Son Of No One in rap Like the man I mentioned two lines back Never duck or weave, just believe I never run Cause I been crowned The Young Son
I refuse to sleep upon Labels sellin a dream yeah right, come on You couldn't break the kid, now took a look And while you're sittin there kickin yourself, son
Yo, just imagine, you sit and witness the scene of a homicide Your whole world's traumatized and mesmerized You know what I'm sayin? [VERSE 1: Breeze
[VERSE 1: Breeze] It's time to rhyme, keep it in mind I'm gifted With the strength to go the length and if it's Rough enough to keep the crowd in a standstill
[VERSE 1: Breeze] I'm goin through phases, wonderin what is expected of me For the money or the girls to love me For the juice, the clout or recognition
[VERSE 1: Breeze] Loungin, a lazy sort of topic To do nothin at all is the goal, you know, the object You just relax and your body gets weak And sometimes
(feat. Big Dad) (Gotta be got to be a freak of the week) [VERSE 1: Breeze] What you think about steppin to a funky beat that's movin ya And while I
Raised too high too soon in the game sowed all my seeds still waiting for rain life has come to mean writhing in pain but I don't regret a fucking
