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Curly Locks, two locks, A-R-P
Singing with Rodney
Why not? Why not?
Yeah
They wanna mess around 'til them try that
Hey, easy that one, go ahead and sign that
You find that?
So tell me, bounty killer, so how's it going down?
Should we let him pray before we put him down?
The fassy and the clown
Same motherfucker who thinks he can win
But not by the hair of my chinny chin chin
Let the games begin
Hear me now, the twin, I'm in
Gangsta ting and I've been doing it so long
And I have come to the conclusion and I feel that it is wrong
I'm walking on a path to my own destruction
Just like Bob Marley sing Redemption Song
A change is gonna come and I know it won't be long
I know it won't be long, I know I won't be wrong
I know I gotta be strong, so
Don't let the evils of your mind
Make you live a life of war and crime
May look good but for a time
Everyday your life is on the line
Don't let the evils that you see
Carry you away in vanity
You gotta give account for who you be
Oh well
I know you're tired of the violence and shit
But what about those guys who made the big hit?
Shot up your mom and your sister got hit
And you swore on her grave no lives would be saved
Me never 'member that, them pussy they fi shot
Give me the Uzi and the Glock
Yeah, that's the spirit, go ahead, go get 'em
If they run, don't let 'em, use your Uzi and wet 'em
Good morals, forget 'em
Don't let the evils of your mind
Make you live a life of war and crime
May look good but for a time
Everyday your life is on the line
Don't let the evils that you see
Carry you away in vanity
You gotta give account for who you be
Oh well
Don't listen to the good things that already been said
Malcolm and Martin and Garvey are dead
To top it all off, they've already been fed
You're broke, you're hungry, so let's go hunt bread
Thinking of a fast way fi make some quick money
Me and mi friend dem jump inna the black Nissan Sunny
Took her gas station and said, "Pass me the money"
Magazine full, try no make me done in
Was betrayed by my cousin, so ain't nothing funny
Feds dem hold me 'fore me coulda spend a dime
Now me deh a prison, me end up a spend time
With this little song in the back of my mind, I say
Don't let the evils of your mind
Make you live a life of war and crime
May look good but for a time
Everyday your life is on the line
Don't let the evils that you see
Carry you away in vanity
You gotta give account for who you be
Oh well
I'm here for you, Rodney, you know I've got your back
I linked up with some wardens and they gonna cut you slack
Do about a year, pretty soon you will be back
But you wanna move, but you gotta prove that you've improved
I've been mentally improved, but the devil I refuse
Now I man a move, a better life I'm gonna choose
Smoke up my chronic and just sip on my booze
I said the road it looks so rocky, but I'm lacing up my shoes, I say
Don't let the evils of your mind
Make you live a life of war and crime
May look good but for a time
Everyday your life is on the line
Don't let the evils that you see
Carry you away in vanity
You gotta give account for who you be
Oh well
Don't let the evils of your mind
Make you live a life of war and crime
May look good but for a time
Everyday your life is on the line
Don't let the evils that you see
Carry you away in vanity
You gotta give account for who you be
Oh well
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