THE REPRISE
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โฑ๏ธ 3:45 duration
๐ ID: 9320864
๐ Lyrics
Once upon a time there was a boy who died
You see, he ran and ran until his body became parched
He ran and ran until he
Couldn't run no more
He finally ran to his father
His blood dripped from his fingertips
He said
"Father, father, will you forgive me of my sins?
I'm tired of running, father"
His father then said
"What have you been running from, my son?"
He then replied, "I've been running from myself, father"
You see, when this boy was just 12 years old he was first exposed
His adolescent mind exposed to crime
Crying about the Black stigma stains the mind
The mind of young niggas from east side
To west side, from east side to west side
From south side to your side
From your side to my side
His daddy told him keep his head high
You see, he wishes to soar like the redeye
But the chains from his mind won't let that Black boy fly
His grandmother reminded him
"Son, you drive too fast"
Yet he applies pressure to the gas
His grandma prays her baby don't crash
His mind filled with what one may consider trash
But one's man trash
One man's trash
Be it so the lustful titties that hang low, hypnotize the mind
They stick the funk to your veins
They freak-freak your nasty membrane, they
Mmm, but never mind that
Back to the Black revolution
They told him beware of the boys in blue
The boys in blue
They hopped the Black streets
Since way back when
They ride high in white sheets
Hanging Black fruit from Black trees
Grandma falls to her knees
As kinfolks around on their knees
They scream murda
Murda
Murda
Murda
Once upon a time, there was a boy who died
A boy who hadn't woke up from day dreams
He runneth from himself while chasing what may seem
Seen between seams of reality
Daisies
Daisies
Daisies
Daisies
You see, he ran and ran until his body became parched
He ran and ran until he
Couldn't run no more
He finally ran to his father
His blood dripped from his fingertips
He said
"Father, father, will you forgive me of my sins?
I'm tired of running, father"
His father then said
"What have you been running from, my son?"
He then replied, "I've been running from myself, father"
You see, when this boy was just 12 years old he was first exposed
His adolescent mind exposed to crime
Crying about the Black stigma stains the mind
The mind of young niggas from east side
To west side, from east side to west side
From south side to your side
From your side to my side
His daddy told him keep his head high
You see, he wishes to soar like the redeye
But the chains from his mind won't let that Black boy fly
His grandmother reminded him
"Son, you drive too fast"
Yet he applies pressure to the gas
His grandma prays her baby don't crash
His mind filled with what one may consider trash
But one's man trash
One man's trash
Be it so the lustful titties that hang low, hypnotize the mind
They stick the funk to your veins
They freak-freak your nasty membrane, they
Mmm, but never mind that
Back to the Black revolution
They told him beware of the boys in blue
The boys in blue
They hopped the Black streets
Since way back when
They ride high in white sheets
Hanging Black fruit from Black trees
Grandma falls to her knees
As kinfolks around on their knees
They scream murda
Murda
Murda
Murda
Once upon a time, there was a boy who died
A boy who hadn't woke up from day dreams
He runneth from himself while chasing what may seem
Seen between seams of reality
Daisies
Daisies
Daisies
Daisies
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.49] Once upon a time there was a boy who died
[00:10.57] You see, he ran and ran until his body became parched
[00:14.99] He ran and ran until he
[00:18.74] Couldn't run no more
[00:21.90] He finally ran to his father
[00:24.71] His blood dripped from his fingertips
[00:28.09] He said
[00:30.21] "Father, father, will you forgive me of my sins?
[00:34.42] I'm tired of running, father"
[00:36.60] His father then said
[00:38.83] "What have you been running from, my son?"
[00:42.35] He then replied, "I've been running from myself, father"
[00:51.00] You see, when this boy was just 12 years old he was first exposed
[00:56.62] His adolescent mind exposed to crime
[01:00.12] Crying about the Black stigma stains the mind
[01:03.35] The mind of young niggas from east side
[01:05.72] To west side, from east side to west side
[01:08.87] From south side to your side
[01:11.70] From your side to my side
[01:15.09] His daddy told him keep his head high
[01:17.86] You see, he wishes to soar like the redeye
[01:20.68] But the chains from his mind won't let that Black boy fly
[01:26.89] His grandmother reminded him
[01:28.96] "Son, you drive too fast"
[01:32.24] Yet he applies pressure to the gas
[01:35.65] His grandma prays her baby don't crash
[01:39.94] His mind filled with what one may consider trash
[01:44.74] But one's man trash
[01:47.88] One man's trash
[01:50.34] Be it so the lustful titties that hang low, hypnotize the mind
[01:54.31] They stick the funk to your veins
[01:57.07] They freak-freak your nasty membrane, they
[02:00.02] Mmm, but never mind that
[02:03.72] Back to the Black revolution
[02:06.24] They told him beware of the boys in blue
[02:08.97] The boys in blue
[02:14.07] They hopped the Black streets
[02:16.29] Since way back when
[02:17.98] They ride high in white sheets
[02:19.92] Hanging Black fruit from Black trees
[02:23.92] Grandma falls to her knees
[02:26.78] As kinfolks around on their knees
[02:30.38] They scream murda
[02:34.80] Murda
[02:38.41] Murda
[02:42.77] Murda
[02:46.12]
[02:59.13] Once upon a time, there was a boy who died
[03:03.76] A boy who hadn't woke up from day dreams
[03:06.52] He runneth from himself while chasing what may seem
[03:12.25] Seen between seams of reality
[03:20.16] Daisies
[03:22.78] Daisies
[03:26.38] Daisies
[03:29.96] Daisies
[03:30.47]
[00:10.57] You see, he ran and ran until his body became parched
[00:14.99] He ran and ran until he
[00:18.74] Couldn't run no more
[00:21.90] He finally ran to his father
[00:24.71] His blood dripped from his fingertips
[00:28.09] He said
[00:30.21] "Father, father, will you forgive me of my sins?
[00:34.42] I'm tired of running, father"
[00:36.60] His father then said
[00:38.83] "What have you been running from, my son?"
[00:42.35] He then replied, "I've been running from myself, father"
[00:51.00] You see, when this boy was just 12 years old he was first exposed
[00:56.62] His adolescent mind exposed to crime
[01:00.12] Crying about the Black stigma stains the mind
[01:03.35] The mind of young niggas from east side
[01:05.72] To west side, from east side to west side
[01:08.87] From south side to your side
[01:11.70] From your side to my side
[01:15.09] His daddy told him keep his head high
[01:17.86] You see, he wishes to soar like the redeye
[01:20.68] But the chains from his mind won't let that Black boy fly
[01:26.89] His grandmother reminded him
[01:28.96] "Son, you drive too fast"
[01:32.24] Yet he applies pressure to the gas
[01:35.65] His grandma prays her baby don't crash
[01:39.94] His mind filled with what one may consider trash
[01:44.74] But one's man trash
[01:47.88] One man's trash
[01:50.34] Be it so the lustful titties that hang low, hypnotize the mind
[01:54.31] They stick the funk to your veins
[01:57.07] They freak-freak your nasty membrane, they
[02:00.02] Mmm, but never mind that
[02:03.72] Back to the Black revolution
[02:06.24] They told him beware of the boys in blue
[02:08.97] The boys in blue
[02:14.07] They hopped the Black streets
[02:16.29] Since way back when
[02:17.98] They ride high in white sheets
[02:19.92] Hanging Black fruit from Black trees
[02:23.92] Grandma falls to her knees
[02:26.78] As kinfolks around on their knees
[02:30.38] They scream murda
[02:34.80] Murda
[02:38.41] Murda
[02:42.77] Murda
[02:46.12]
[02:59.13] Once upon a time, there was a boy who died
[03:03.76] A boy who hadn't woke up from day dreams
[03:06.52] He runneth from himself while chasing what may seem
[03:12.25] Seen between seams of reality
[03:20.16] Daisies
[03:22.78] Daisies
[03:26.38] Daisies
[03:29.96] Daisies
[03:30.47]