paroles de chanson Crown The Ruler - Foe Seven

It's on my heart They treated me for a long time
Like I ain't care, something is in there
Something is on my heart
Something is in my heart!!

Mannnnn! Who am I?! Man, I'm Lil D
First Grandson of Juanita I nicknamed her 'Nee Nee'

Give me mine, no more, waitin' in line Boa, I'm rooted onna South Side, huhhh?!
Who am I?! Man, I'm Lil D!
First Grandson of Mary Lou, I'm Lil Donald!
That West Side Chi rooted in me too
We losin' cause people rather panic than read
I'm not talkin' bout only readin' books, Read between the lines, read the room

Read the signs, baby, leave em shook, BOOM!
This is where I train myself to read minds
You can play with everyone else's hearts, not mine!
I'm in tune with nature, I listen to the Earth
Listening to the same song as you
Yet I'm downloadin' a different message
The birds, the word, we all hear birds sing

Only little have the ear to listen to the message
Peace! What you heard?? Word
How don't you fear followin' a coward with no direction?
But you fear followin' a leader?
Now who's strong enough to forgive me? Now that You See Me, are you strong enough to hate me still? Knowin' there's no way to ever outlive me
One day I'll let you catch up and put it all together
But today, I have more livin' to do
The ones that got me, get me
And they got me, and they have me forever
For every two (2) that says I talk too much

Another twenty (20) encourage me to stand up!
The strangers we meet turn into friends
We let go of You mad at me today, I understand
But tomorrow, you'll thank me for makin' you stronger
I'm tellin' you, there's somethin' there, somethin

There's somethin' there on my heart, searchin' for my spark

Damn near all the Mo's/Moes love me
Onna cover of 'Confident', lookin' like a
Black P. Stone
Young brothers gotta get our rank up
I hope they let Larry AND Jeff home I don't know much about L.A
(Free the Fin Free the Folks)

But the Hispanics ride 4 me in My Land, AMO! (Amor)
All my Latin Brothers and Latin Folks They understand
I don't hang around impolite gangstas
I'm around Imperial Gangstas (IGN), bein' impolite
ain't gangsta though You gon' be around, you gon' have respect here
For all of life, for family, the children and the homeless
Lot of us ain't have our own identity
May not have known ourselves, but I ain't grow up with no posers
If Hip-Hop had a face, it'd be Tupac, Solid!
Pac didn't watch it, he stopped it!

Not on his watch, all these shootin' ass rappers Raps ain't addin' up, startin' to make more sense
Why birds like Pac and Nip had their wings clipped
While the pigeons flock the street, better stand on sumn

I hang with Brothers with that shit, but not in that shit
And when you get on, don't hang with them type niggas
Them ain't yo type niggas
Get in this game and get money with em, dassit!!
Cause industry niggas ain't friends, boa, they know how to pretend!

I don't eat to taste my food, I eat to get full
Sittin' at this big table by myself We'd rather find other people than to find
ourselves
No biting my heel this time, I'm crushin
yo head, yea! Game time, this is tribalism, we ain't throwin gang signs
We hood niggas who made it cool to be smart
Crown the Ruler
Prince of the Underworld and his Royal Daughter