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A.L. - A Tree Never Grown lyrics
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 [88 Keys]
 Yo, this is 88...
 This is for Amadou Diallo
 Rest in peace, you still here
 [Fre]
 Yo, I'm in a brownstone singin like Brownstone
 Bird's eye view wit the bodega
 Know Omega like Rakim
 Thinkin about brother Diallo
 I find it hard to swallow
 Cuz 41 is a hard act to follow
 Who is it, it can happen tomorrow
 Goes down all the time in some African community
 This one just hit closer to home
 Cuz it happen it in our backyard
 This that *shit* bring us closer to home
 They ask "What you writin fo'? What you writin on that paper fo'?"
 Don't ask me nuttin, just tell me
 How is safer got me safe, that's why my raps sour
 My peoples screamin "Black power!" and la razah
 From the Bronx, police bustin, it's redemption time
 [J-Live]
 Now in the squad car, CPR's supposed to be the motto
 But in they minds, they be like "Yo, I'ma do Diallo"
 I guess master's noose was a bitter pill to swallow
 Cuz nowadays, tips ain't the only things that's hollow
 Constitution, 41 more holes in it
 And cops swingin sticks like they tryin to win the pennant
 And stickin sticks places where they ashamed to admit it
 But that's the straw that broke the camel's back
 THEY GON' GET IT!!
 [Rubix]
 Possessed by a nervous twitch and itchy writin finger
 41 strokes through the barrel of pen for Amadou
 More than a few of my personal friends
 Since the beginning, it seems like it never ends
 The story, ancient as lyrical allegory and it's all gory
 The Little Shop of City Hall Horrors
 Who bakes infiltrate, agent, provocator mission statement
 Assassinate the Senate candidate, heavenly mandate
 [Chorus: Mos Def]
 We proceeded on a country road
 His mother's eyes withered swoll
 Her child was never comin home
 Said a prayer for his soul
 As the coffin had closed, committed to the earth below
 First seed she would sew, would be a tree never grown
 Shade that was never known
 Who controls the Terrordome, the member hearts made of stone
 Who love only what they own
 [Invincible]
 Stay on your toes for a true bruise description
 Match blue suits, walkin round wit a stick and *edit*
 Ready to blast wit the wrath of a hollow tip
 And the fact is my task is a scholarship
 I feel it in my chest cavitity
 The only death's apathy, so I change it for who's next after me
 And that's the fullest reward
 Keep the face of the lost on my bulletin board
 [Wordsworth]
 Yo yo, it's blue uniform, sirens, names, and badge numbers
 Clubs, walkie-talkies, recipies for bad summers
 Frisked, pissed after I tuck in my stuff
 I really think they just like touchin my *nuts*
 What's real stain they thoughts
 Swear, but they won't say it in court
 All they do is change the report
 Riots, tryin to keep the crowd under control
 They even got shows, Cops, LAPD, Highway Patrol yo yo
 [A.L.]A.L. - A Tree Never Grown - http://motolyrics.com/al/a-tree-never-grown-lyrics.html
 From the cradle to the grave, they made you a slave
 Brainwash to kill each other, that's the plague that they made
 I search em like readin scripts that could save you today
 White is right, black is wrong, that's the label they gave
 Fryin in hell, applyin jails, they got you dyin in cells
 Triple six in the mix, Levine to ?spell?
 Prepare for the worst, and try to hope for the best
 I take a stare at the hearse, can we cope wit the stress?
 [Kofi Taha]
 I live in the land of punches
 Illegal chokeholds and excessive gunshots
 Where there's one millionaire for every billion empty pot
 And Adolf Guily think we static but he's in for a shock
 They come wit automatics but we flip it
 Use the one, create the four glocks and while stocks get washed
 While school doors get locked and when jobs get blocked
 The confi-dence get's rock
 And when the welfares drop into the jails we stock now
 After Amadou wrestlin wit freedom tacks my mind into a headlock
 But fuck H&R, I'm a true cat
 Refundin power back to our Blocks
[Chorus]
 [Tame One]
 Good life, you can bubble or struggle
 Use your brain muscle if you hustle
 Don't let nobody touch you
 Don't even trust the ones that trust you
 Cuz the ones you showin love to might bust
 Seekin as a cancer, my man got shot by Haitians or Jamaicans
 ? wit confrontations and school my mind's racin
 I pride these sensations over this, now I'm hopin this
 We shine for, I never got a chance to rhyme for
 My role models sold bottles and stole cars
 And when they got locked, I accepted all the phone calls
 That's when *niggas* was real
 Back before I had a deal
 Back when people called Villsburg Hooterville
 ILL!!!
 [Jane Doe]
 My mind wonders on melodic jams
 An exotic bird, caged wit the rage and the violence of my words
 The same things I down I turn around and do
 The white cops say *Fuck you* but I say Fuck you too!
 Truth be totally hypocrites
 And materialistic society, spirituality shunned or
 While young kinds get gunned on
 Hibernatin in projects, which you project-ing
 The pigs is crucifyin but Africans is resurrectin, Jane Doe
 [Grafh]
 Battacky, sends cops to come and catch me
 He better send a runnin back to run and track me
 When I'm runnin through the back streets
 The rat teeth of beast lovin to black me
 Eatin brothers like a picinic color cuz that's sweet
 To lock a man up in prison, the standard of livin
 Thinkin they make a better bred of man
 Than the man when he went in
 Rub up a man for sinnin
 Handcuff his hands to the system, banned from his wisdom
 Wit insanity in him, his mind roams wit like a cyclone
 Damagin victim, his eyes hold savage within him
 Wrath wit the venom, poison his life
 No ointment to boisten the might
 If it's on the left, walk to the right
 Until death, do your part do your life
 Like a boyfriend and wife, because the day times shorter than night
 You know?
[Chorus]
 [88 Keys]
 Yo, black is fragile remember that
 Cherish everyday
 Live life to the fullest, aight











