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lyrics:
One time for them lost boys doing time
2 times for the fast girls dutty wine
3 times for them sirens blasting bastards tracking fresh meat-get in line
the p.s. teaching b.s. to get your mind
and 3 strikes get you life for a ghetto crime.
but we best under pressure, lil bobby huttons with their fingers on the button of a tech nine.
And yes I’m the offspring of that life.
Where growth pains cut deep like machete knife.
But make skin tough we don’t give a eff like
this jihad and the devil in our foresight.
So pour twice for the fallen, pause then applaud their resolve to absolve their sins.
Cuz their deaths prove that poked out chests and them toys aint enough to turn boys into men
HOOK :THIS IS MY LOVE SONG, MY LOVE SONG
OUT HERE WE LIVE STRONG, WE LIVE STRONG
SUN SHINES ON LOST SONS,ON LOST SONS
CAN’T NOTHING KEEP US DOWN


One time for them mamas on their own
2 times for them dads on they full grown
3 times for the NOI fresh suit, bow ties slinging final calls til they call em home.
We call it home and its definitely where the heart beat.
But many hearts broke to pieces on these hard streets.
Where black girls jumped rope to the street lights blacked out, then they head in to no din to eat.
Theres plenty beef but they don’t keep it on the plate.
They cut it up as bullets slice through a man’s fate.
I saw a hole open twice thru a man’s face.
That was when my middle school tried to scare us straight.
Fear was a luxury, which we could not pay for. save your terror for the campaign’s favor. Elect em then they all forget where they came from. hold the money up and tell the country to pray for us.

HOOK: THIS IS MY LOVE SONG, MY LOVE SONG
OUT HERE WE LIVE STRONG, WE LIVE STRONG
SUN SHINES ON LOST SONS,ON LOST SONS
CAN’T NOTHING KEEP US DOWN

One time for the gods on the front stoop
Two times for them ice cream deville coups
Three times for the masjid next to the carryout, mambo sauce, fried rice, juice.
There was not a summer where we didn’t jack a hydrant
Strip down, hydrate til they finally find us.
No fights break til the temperature rises.
Black Madonnas like the temple of isis.
Gold chain nameplate, thick thighed dimepiece.
Young kings stepped clean on the block, new balance to master this balancing act.
Their silence a part of this neighborhood pact.
Where silencers cap off the iron they pack.
Outsiders cant see that we under attack.
Just give me the sweet part of street corners back, where innocence grows thru the ominous cracks.
HOOK: THIS IS MY LOVE SONG, MY LOVE SONG
OUT HERE WE LIVE STRONG, WE LIVE STRONG
SUNSHINE ON LOST SONS,ON LOST SONS
CAN’T NOTHING KEEP US DOWN

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