Everything them bald heads touch they fuck it up Every government he set up, it be corrupt Revolution Dead prez, people army, steve marley, ghetto youth
July In the streets of motor city there's a deadly silent sound And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the ground Upon the filthy pavement
give him thanks and praise VERSE Illegal guns They roam the night In hungry hands Waiting to bite The first sign of Any food in sight Youths in the
' You got starch in your flow I flow too many ways, got a arch in my flow All sorts of flow, Rembrandt, Rilkey I am art with the flow Even if I'm filthy
in your flow I flow too many ways, got a arch in my flow All sorts of flow, Rembrandt, Rilkey I am art with the flow Even if I'm filthy, you gotta pardon
here Say dem greedy like a rat with the youths them no share so I've got to go and make a home and bless prepare Repatriate the ghetto youths them from
She left her neighborhood in which Everyone was filthy rich She left her parents at home And strayed with a bagabond Who made vows of love she never heard
recognizable smell of cigarettes and perfume And all those plastic-minded beats Are a madcap explosion and a psychedelic celebration of An animated youth
dancing around the tables A faceless man behind a goat-shaped mask, Reading ancient fables Stories from millenniums past, stories from our youth Sombre
Inside of the light, I saw my youthful memories They're still too far off for me, filthy as I am now Inside of the darkness, I called your name over and
:] Mi know by now, mi enemies a wonder Di threat weh dem send and mi still nah go under By now dem a wonder, how di youth suh progressive An di youth
't make a sound Sutures where wings used to be Now I finally see There was nothing wrong with me Makes me sick Makes me filthy Seeker of youth,
who's stripping trying to pay for some messes Don't get discouraged get your dough mama You better know I'mma milk this game until I'm filthy See how
ll bang and a jury that'll hang Pants saggin' in that Bentley wagon Ayo that's my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin' Since a youth I flipped, on some
? Could you be brave enough to listen? Walking on filthy roads I got insane. Reveal me one reason for the pain. Now the world is changing I feel alone. My youth