And all these bad bitches, man, they want the They want the, they want the Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique As I look around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique (Ain't nobody

Over hills and valleys too Don't let them fool you Jah free the people Don't believe one minute, they don't like you Don't believe for a minute that they are with you Only Rasta free the people A who free the people It hard, it hard, it hard (let them

I'm so lonesome I could cry Hear the lonesome whipperwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low Well maybe the night is cold But together they fade Like the shadow that ran up to the hills Trying to fix her wings There's a saint and

A.K.A. stem cells Errybody know the cat like a dope meme I got em' buzzing off the crack like a dope fiend They saw em' come up with a Mac yeah I'm so Steve Nowadays bitches tryna crack got 'em ODing Like how them hoes want to get it with L They know

Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby, Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb? Mother do you think they'll like this song? Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls? Mother should I build the wall? Mother should I run for President? Mother should I

Horses in the stable, horses in the stable That I can ride, oh anytime (Yeah) That I can ride, oh anytime I told her give somethin' good I might come back I snap my fingers they be on me just like that They know the way that I’m living ain't right You're

May never find my home And I know that I may never find my home I dropped a coin from my pockets On the street of crowns I passed every streetlight in my hometown I tried every screen door Like they were my own And now I know that I may never find my

Oh, how many travelers get weary Bearing both their burdens and their scars Don't you think they'd love to start all over And fly like eagles out among the stars? And fly like eagles out among the stars It's midnight at a liquor store in Texas Closing

They put their trust in us They're gonna be like us Sunday morning, I heard the preacher say Thou shall not kill I don't wanna hear nothing else about killing And that it's God's will 'Cause our children are watching us So let's learn from our history

They want that paper out here Enough to come and take what's on your plate out here Enough to have somebody take your place out here Fuckin' around without your strap sound like a bad idea It ain't safe to leave the house Fuck around 'round here These