Black Milk, Aaron "A.B." Abernathy, Blu - Leave the Bones Behind lyrics
[Black Milk, Aaron "A.B." Abernathy, Blu - Leave the Bones Behind lyrics]
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen
For a very warm reception
There is something different about tonight
There is something special about tonight
What is different? What is special?
That the American Dream need
Not forever be deferred
Where the blood is spilled
City bloods get killed
Kids dodging bullets on their Big Wheels
Hustlas ride through
Old schools ride throughon big wheels
It feels that nobody can’t reach us
Beneath us ignored all my teachers
Was bored by the preachers
Instead went home played Liquid
Swords out my speakers
Starting write something
Around the time Bookie got Locked up
But then got out it’s 1990 something
God forbid our lives is taken
Just trying to leave a legacy
Before we meet our maker what you in for?
Instrumentals, wreckless detrimental
Like young niggas throwing up sets
Outside the car window
Smoke from Indo, for your Info
Make sure every rap that's wrote
Leave rappers in limbo
Used to grab the pen, with money on my mental
Now I think about my kinfolk
With every pen stroke
Take it all the stars, was all vision
The only thing that helped us
Get through hard living blowing pot
Grand pops wishing we would listen
Screaming about how we don’t got
A pot to piss in
Leaving it all behind ohhhh I
Leaving it all leaving it all behind
Ohhhh I leaving it all behind
Ohhhh I leaving it all
Leaving it all behind ohhhh I
Check it
December to November, but then again
The latest news, delivering from the heads
Under the pendulum
Swinging like strange fruit
What would make you wake up in a gay suit
When your black skin remind
You of slave roots but then again
I felt it in the air like I felt Phil Collins
I was still rocking headphones
Walking through the dam
Someone dance on hold
Just to pop and pop back state
A rock and a hard place the lost race
Win and grin so much
They can’t talk straight i often think blunt
Blast on trying to hold mics like
Fidel Castro on the block with Barack Obamas
Looking like Osama hiding llamas
Aunt Jemima and pancakes now that’s grace
Except the eggs
Send my love to the Motherland
We trying to behave tired of seeing Graves
Tired of thinking that the same
Thing is hopping in the
Someones elses' same age major to margin
Pray to paper plates
So that they can restart
From the Land of the Lock
Leaving it all behind ohhhh I
Leaving it all leaving it all behind
Ohhhh I leaving it all behind
Ohhhh I leaving it all
Leaving it all behind ohhhh I
For a very warm reception
There is something different about tonight
There is something special about tonight
What is different? What is special?
That the American Dream need
Not forever be deferred
Where the blood is spilled
City bloods get killed
Kids dodging bullets on their Big Wheels
Hustlas ride through
Old schools ride throughon big wheels
It feels that nobody can’t reach us
Beneath us ignored all my teachers
Was bored by the preachers
Instead went home played Liquid
Swords out my speakers
Starting write something
Around the time Bookie got Locked up
But then got out it’s 1990 something
God forbid our lives is taken
Just trying to leave a legacy
Before we meet our maker what you in for?
Instrumentals, wreckless detrimental
Like young niggas throwing up sets
Outside the car window
Smoke from Indo, for your Info
Make sure every rap that's wrote
Leave rappers in limbo
Used to grab the pen, with money on my mental
Now I think about my kinfolk
With every pen stroke
Take it all the stars, was all vision
The only thing that helped us
Get through hard living blowing pot
Grand pops wishing we would listen
Screaming about how we don’t got
A pot to piss in
Leaving it all behind ohhhh I
Leaving it all leaving it all behind
Ohhhh I leaving it all behind
Ohhhh I leaving it all
Leaving it all behind ohhhh I
Check it
December to November, but then again
The latest news, delivering from the heads
Under the pendulum
Swinging like strange fruit
What would make you wake up in a gay suit
When your black skin remind
You of slave roots but then again
I felt it in the air like I felt Phil Collins
I was still rocking headphones
Walking through the dam
Someone dance on hold
Just to pop and pop back state
A rock and a hard place the lost race
Win and grin so much
They can’t talk straight i often think blunt
Blast on trying to hold mics like
Fidel Castro on the block with Barack Obamas
Looking like Osama hiding llamas
Aunt Jemima and pancakes now that’s grace
Except the eggs
Send my love to the Motherland
We trying to behave tired of seeing Graves
Tired of thinking that the same
Thing is hopping in the
Someones elses' same age major to margin
Pray to paper plates
So that they can restart
From the Land of the Lock
Leaving it all behind ohhhh I
Leaving it all leaving it all behind
Ohhhh I leaving it all behind
Ohhhh I leaving it all
Leaving it all behind ohhhh I