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Kaseem Ryan
Kaseem Ryan
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Kaseem Ryan
Kaseem Ryan
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And the meaning of "Cain" is possession I was saying the other day like I wonder why none of my people's just dying from natural causes, you know? Just passing away, you know I'm saying? I'm saying none, none of my people ever like passed away, you know what I'm saying? Had to man up (man up), another man down (down) Achilles, we stand fast, never stand down (never) My tool's fire move quiet, but the plan sound (sound) Born headfirst in that damned land, I wand that damn crown The boys in blue clothes got new holds, new submissions I give the grey youth straight truth, no euphemisms (no euphemisms) Y'all played the dozens, my favorite cousins spent they youth in prisons They names known, came home, now the house got two religions Peace be with you (peace be with you), wa alaikum salaam (wa alaikum salaam) Make sure that piece be with you, laced in your palm No one here's linear, danger 'round every bend On a path for power, when half a dollar was hated by many men Street live, we die, we don't pass away Take any task if you got cash to pay On this earth, brave known to earn Birth to gravestone to urn Descended from baddest slaves, barricades only aggravate us Friends and foe dying, no lying, grew up fighting gladiators Whoever left son soakin', it's unspoken, you gotta see 'em We don't do rest 'til death, rules of the coliseum For those concerned, I learned from jailbirds (jailbirds) Not from no failed curbs, over here the crack sales surged Our engine bingin' for years, black males purged Want progress, now digest bullets, inhale words (inhale these words) On this earth, brave known to earn (Gravestone to urn) Before semis air, shot plenty fairs before I shot a gun My heroes talk, take zero shots, of course I'm not the one Mommy preached peace, but in grief, I'm my papa's son Marshal the land that's never ran, man, even when the coppers come (Even when the coppers come, never stay around when the coppers come) The problem is we at the bottom, that's where all the tops is slung Hate the pull, but in beef, take no bull, only ox is brung They blessed me with 20 FD, pray I don't have a toxic lung (toxic lung) I'm from the seventies, mentally it had us boxin' young I don't leverage hate, I educate, you better ask around (you better ask around) I'm taskin' babes passin' grades, what you passin' down? Street live, we die, don't pass away Take any task if you got cash to pay On this earth, brave known to earn From birth, to gravestone to urn, urn On this earth, brave known to earn, yeah (On this earth, brave known to earn) Gravestone to urn, urn
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