they ever did I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section But how many times must I point you in the right direction You need protection,
m Steven Spielberg 200 Thousand Dollar Car So You Know What It Is Girl Put A Bowtie On A Bentley Ranger And Chauffeur The Best Time OF Her Life She Ever
burnin I'll keep my enemies beware close so I can see For I sit and watch my best friends turn they backs on me No one could tell you was against
it right? Trippin a gang o' bullets decided to find a fight Life is scattered in directions brotherly connections Misguided youth driftin in the wrong direction I hope for the best
up my clit Everything we ever did on is sick We don't have a party, we rich We cut it up with anybody we with And I'm the main one, havin' to fit Can
wont give one fuck Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya path Thats bad luck, Everyone has a destiny, so we destine To make the best
Did you ever lose a nigga you love? Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs? Or will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged This song is dedicated
I was so busy in the back-room writing love-songs to you And you were changing your direction and you never even knew. That I was always just one step
's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance... even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you
where this song came from... it was just 'there'. Though a number of the songs off of 'Sin' were written in the few weeks before recording started, this song
're getting carried away because no one cares about your fame I see the dagger in your name Deny your roots for future rain, for future reign Add one
are denied the chance of ever being truly free. The terrible inequalities of the peoples of this earth Make freedom at best a dream, at worst an insulting
ever did I mean this is not the best of KRS, it?s just a section But how many times must I point you in the right direction You need protection, when
any direction is progression // Even though the potency of it lessens // Big money industries writing checks to suppress the question // And nobody gives a fuck no more // No one
these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one
away from stepping over the edge And getting lost in the great unknown Because one small step in the wrong direction Is enough to shake the cornerstone Where ever
Come on now,(now) Don't let no one get you down, This song makes you cry, But this song makes you proud, Holla at ya boy, With this thug like passion, Raise and represent the one
all alone, Come on now,(now) Don't let no one get you down, This song makes you cry, But this song makes you proud, Holla at ya boy, With this thug like passion, Raise and represent the one
