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アーティスト:Smith & Mighty  作曲:ADEYEMI TESLIM ANDREW OLAJIDE/SMITH ROBERT STEPHEN 

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Gimme the reason why it was brother season Within easton yo I strive to survive to kill the feeling Yeah some brothers buggin' money mad trying to look dappa Selling shit giving out licks or pimping out the slappa's So for the first chapters I reminisce for a deceased Who died for one lve balling our peace! Or my brother who got blast in his chest for fate Shakespeare said life is a stage I call it fate Well anyway I kinda watching my front cause certain friends are full of crap Yeah it's a damn shame with their mind games Plus no life aims here this rudeboy I dis em out like cocaine They got crap aims and crap reason's to fight me Because they like.. move yourself I ain't no patzie Yeah.... it's kinda strange how some people change While societies spitting faster than a terry's chocolate orange Chuh cause someone once said life ain't fair I care for my brothers but brothers don't care So yo I live by God and not he gun And get ready for the forth coming talking with my son about the seeds Seeds have got to grow Seeds have got to know Seeds have got to grow Seeds have got to know Seeds have got to grow Seeds have got to know Seeds have got to grow Seeds have got to know Blunted on reality meditate to the system But when he's born like kuntah kenteh watch me lift him To the stars and the panets and not tha phallic's Just sun, stars and talks about mars I got to have it The only bit of innocence that I ever had From my a semen from my father from my grandads Grandson in london to educate one not just books


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