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Heavy D & The Boyz
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Letter To The Future
作詞:Eddie Ferrell, Dwight Myers, Peter O Phillips
People, the world today is in a very difficult situation And we all know it Because we're the ones who created it
What's wrong with our future? What's wrong with our future? What's wrong with our future? What's wrong with our future?
Bust this how long will this last? A friend to the end, a memory in the past You think you're big, 'cause you walk with a shotgun I got new for you, your days are numbered, son
Why don't you get yourself a job? When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob? Look at your mother, teardrops She just received a phone call from the cops
Your son will do life, 'cause he wigged a man's wife Shot her with a gun and stabbed her with a knife Or take a look at your mother's heart torn She just received a phone call from the morgue
Your son is dead from three shots to the head The killer left a note and this is what the note said Never be bigger than you are Never try to pose like you're a superstar
Next time you rob somebody, and you give him the death wish When you pull the trigger, nigga, don't miss Is this how you wanna be Dead on the street or locked in a penetentiary?
It's cool to be free And it's alright for you to be you and for me to be me Look at you, 15 years old Coolin' on the corner with a can of Old Gold
Whatever happened to school? Yeah, sure you go to school, but you go to be cool To sport sneakers that you took from somebody To talk about the kid that you bucked at some party
Life is a gamble, and you're losin' Before it's too late, brother, you better start choosin' Left from right, right from wrong Or you'll be singin that old blues song
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Yo, you gotta buck 'em, or else you're soft Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up north You ain't soft, 'cause you didn't buck a shot Put the pistol down, throw up your hands, see what ya got
Old Johnny Walker from around the block Was livin' rather large 'till he got knocked He had 'Livin' Large' on his Jeep plates 'Livin' Large' on his real estate
He even bought a diamond 'Livin' Large' name plate He used to look at cops and smile in their face Drive a BMW and pump the bass One day, he made a move for a friend
The friend, the voice said, 'Yo, I need ten', Johnny said, 'When?' Later on that day, Johnny went to play the game he normally plays To do a favour for a chum You see, a friend is a friend, but then, some are none
'Cause when he got to the spot they were supposed to meet All he found was a police infested street I guess havin' a friend is rough 'Cause now Johnny's up north, doin push ups, gettin' buffed
You see this chain, I've got? I've got it, honestly You see the clothes, I wear? I've got it, honestly You see the Jeep I drive? I've got it, honestly I work hard, it ain't easy being me
Never had an excuse for life Just did what I did, now what I do, I do it right Jumbo, Jumbo they cry on the block 50, 50, lay low, here comes the cops
Man, your lifestyle is petro On your knees again, because Jumbo said so Free Mandela you cried But you still sell dope to brothers and sisters outside
Martin Luther King had a dream That's exactly what turned his dream into a nightmare Malcolm X said, 'By any means necessary' He didn't mean just for you, brother, he meant for everybody
Maybe if we were still slaves, we'll be closer; however Pickin' cotton was bad, but we picked it together I pray for you, and you pray for me Sincerely yours, the overweight lover, Heavy D
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