It's a Beautiful Thing

Keith Murray lyrics

Keith Murray lyrics

"Bad Day Lyrics"

Years May Come Years May Go Lyrics
Let's take a look behind And see what we can find. Last year has gone for everyone Passed with time. What happened to us then Can't happen once again And what's now all to me?


Yo shit is real dog, you know?
Stay out the web, cuz once you get caught up in the web
That's it, you know?
They get you they got you good
Yo do the knowledge, take notice, stay focused
Shit is real, and it's real hard out there, for a black nigga

[verse 1]
Ayo the way they doin me i can't stand it
Branded as a social bandit, but i'm a man and i'ma handle it
I'm not the first and i won't be the last
Keep My Head To The Sky Lyrics
Master told me one day I'd find peace in every way, but in search for the clue wrong things I was bound to do Keep my head to the sky for the clouds to tell me why As I grew with s
Just look how they did pac and tyson in the past
Yo at times, sometimes, i feel like i'm cursed
Because my life done went from bad to worse
Through all the stressful moments and all of the worry
I'ma still remain the same keith murray
Because i know deep in my heart god is on my side
If i gotta do my time, then i'ma do my time
They label you wrong, when you try to do right
And then they wonder why a con is so uptight
I'm jst livin proof, of when you livin the truth
I been goin through bad times, since i was a youth
Now look, they got me locked in jail
People wonderin will i prevail or fail
But only time will tell


My mind, just now and then
Lookin down the corridors and wonders what might have been
It was a bad day

[verse 2]
Yo, i wouldn't even stand here and lie to you, yeah it's true
All the shit that you hear ab
I Still Call Australia Home Lyrics
I've been to cities that never close down From New York to Rio and Olde London Towne But no matter how far or how wide I roam I still call Australia home I'm always traveling, I love being free
ut i'm goin through
And we good people at heart jesus knows that we try
So i wonder why we get a break no time
My little sister just died, and the judge let me fry
And now i gotta kiss my lil daughter goodbye
All the pressure, make me wanna grab the tech off the dresser
But understand that don't make you a man
So i address the, situation best way that i can
With a letter to the senator, from the lyrical political prisoner