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styles p – keep the faith testo

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(feat. aja)

what can i say? it’s so real
i don’t even feel like talkin most of the time
it’s ironic that i happen to emcee
then i don’t really wanna say sh-t
kinda funny though

[styles p]
i always feel the ghost-es amongst me
i remember times when the roaches was hungry
the livin was grungy, if it’s money i bungee until the cord breaks
thinkin that i might be the one that’s in the lord’s way
am i the bad that’s provokin the good
we all ride, all live and we smokin the good
but my n-gg- on the reel to reel
we move stock, ’til we not for gettin killed for bills
and it’s all about the chills and thrills, and the good times
it’s like the mob n-gg-, in it ’til the hood dies
addicted to the concretes, addicted to the crates
if we don’t get a connect, we stickin up a wake
what’chu know about a wake, with the bishop bein late?
all my jail n-gg-z standin up, fists up to the gate
f-ggot–ss c.o.’s get the p-ss up in they face
hold a grudge cause the judge never listened to the case

[chorus: aja]
even though you feel like, cryin
just keep on smilin
believin that, there is gonna be
somethin better past the pain
and even though it hurts, like h-ll
you, just keep on feeling
don’t stop moving
it’s all worth it in the end – you just keep the faith

[styles p]
you can see it but you just can’t vision it
society judge a man for the way, that he live in it
either you gettin money or deal with imprisonment
no in betweens – i’m gettin green
spots in the world where, they don’t know what dinner mean
it’s really not that crazy in the paint
hear ‘clef in the club, have haiti on the brain
surrounded by liquor drinkers, n-gg-z makin it rain
and the world’s always changin but we still need change
life’s a b-tch, is death like a good woman?
i ask that, cause i know the whole hood comin
and the fam comin, and do heaven got
a ocean or a dam runnin tryin to understand somethin
flowin like a feather in the wind
it start off rough, do it get better at the end?
do i go to a place, where i don’t never have to sin?


[styles p]
i’m wicked in my ways cause my temperament
ride for my crew and f-ck, everybody’s sentiment
you enter in the dragon or “the gangster and the gentleman”
saliva, is like poison, with adrenaline
i spread love to the point i hit the hay line
f-ck jail and state time but you ain’t gon’ take mines
it sucks when you livin on gun terms
rather be high on the island gettin sunburned
live ’til i’m old know what my daughter and my son learned
life is all real my n-gg-, you get one turn
i’m tryin to tell these boys that they oughta learn
it ain’t just fire my n-gg- – even water burn


faith makes all things possible
faith is the reality of, things i hope for
and the evidence of things not seen and told
keep the faith y’all, just keep the faith y’all


[aja ad libs to the end]

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