of man kill but never phase me Grateful for wisdom that you gave me But still I'm like, dear God I wonder, could you save me? Too much sinning, gotta be more than plush living
street with a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live
strikes and hits you? Who ya gonna call for the secret of stealing the world? Swimming in this ocean of words on your new cellphone Diving for the wisdom
. You know that, don't you? [rapped] Yeah! Kick it! C'mon, my brothers/sisters out in every land! It's up to you to shake the world, so you must understand
land of Hell. lail and crack cells [Unverified] culture or the repercussion While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live
After bein' 25, you know, just trying to survive in the world 'Bout to have a little boy or baby girl, who knows? Anyway, just when you start getting'
world is dyin' the world is cryin' World goes blind while the boy is lying The house is burnin the children mourning their father's death While world
a word Vengeance has no place so near to her Cannot find a comfort In this world Artificial tears The vessel's stabbed Next up, volunteers Vulnerable, wisdom
But the way it is cannot persist for long A brutal sun is rising on our sick horizon It's in the way we live our lives Exactly like the double edge
There's heads out there we still need to reach True, yo this joint is crazy Get's the lazy out of Hey yo, Mikey how ya figure? I wouldn't wanna catch cold This joint is wisdom
sweet And the mountains kissed the sky In the great beyond, with its many paths Man and nature lived side by side In this wilderness of danger and beauty Lived
coi, clak clak clak clak clakc Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that In Jamaica, in Brooklyn, in Ethiopia, we go there and back To all my real live
dope needles Wearin? fan parafanil's We live in the black hole, where no one can hear us The valley of the dry bones, without reflections in the mirrors The world
books daily Why most people think Central America means Kansas Socialism means unamerican and Apartheid is a new headache remedy Absorbed in it's world
it be, let it be, let it be, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be, let it be And when broken-hearted people Are living in the world agree There
No occupation, world inflation Demonstration, mis-education No celebration to celebrate your lives Listen, people, listen Lift your hearts to God Teach your children wisdom Reality today so they can live
the storm, had dirt on my name I'm still holding on, champion of the game (They said) Whatever, don't kill, you make you stronger Well, I must be the world
you If you got somethin' better Than I'm listenin? to you I let the beat ride When I'm listenin? to you I'm through J-Live I been Listenin' to records