A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion
(Um homem não chora) levanta a cabeça e caminha
Responsa, por responsa, só confio na minha
Nada com a trilha, a rua vazia, acompanha
Testemunha, que eu tô legal de braço falso e mulé piranha
Passa um carro, um opala rebaixado
Mei mandado, mais num paro, meu caminho
E por instinto sou levado
(Minha) fé me acompanha (na) passagem por este planeta
O tempo sobra, pois dessa obra, sou a areia da ampulheta
Reflexões vêm, mostram o passado esquecido
Peço que todos me desculpem pelos erros cometidos
O tempo trouxe a sensação de já 'tá absolvido
Me sentia reprimido, substância, comprimido
(Na) boca um gosto amargo, coração apertado e aflito
Aquela rua falava algo, se comunicava comigo
Sabia que mesmo longe de casa, ali achava um abrigo
No meio de puta, motel barato, luzes, mendigos
Já vi o mais forte dividir sua refeição com o mais fraco
Alguns milésimos de segundos é o que diferencia
Um homem vivo, e pensante
A um montante de carne morta e uma poça de sangue
O olho antes brilhante vira um vasilhame opaco
Aumenta o peso do karma, sua alma perde o brilho
Como o Cristo derruba lágrimas a cada puxão de gatilho
O filho do Criador, vê que assim não tá certo
E como nosso Redentor se mantem de braços abertos
A orla de Copacabana ainda é bonita, eu concordo
Malandro e ciganas, no calçadão, me encontro a bordo
Do Leblon, circo, cobertura, tubo de
Boa quantidade do verde, pra num morrer a esperança
Nikit 2011 o ano sagrado
22 anos completos, foram comemorados
Já 'to ligado no esquema, mas esse não é o problema
A solução se vem em segundos no desenrolar da próxima cena
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little Latasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion
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A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion
(Um homem não chora) levanta a cabeça e caminha
Responsa, por responsa, só confio na minha
Nada com a trilha, a rua vazia, acompanha
Testemunha, que eu tô legal de braço falso e mulé piranha
Passa um carro, um opala rebaixado
Mei mandado, mais num paro, meu caminho
E por instinto sou levado
(Minha) fé me acompanha (na) passagem por este planeta
O tempo sobra, pois dessa obra, sou a areia da ampulheta
Reflexões vêm, mostram o passado esquecido
Peço que todos me desculpem pelos erros cometidos
O tempo trouxe a sensação de já 'tá absolvido
Me sentia reprimido, substância, comprimido
(Na) boca um gosto amargo, coração apertado e aflito
Aquela rua falava algo, se comunicava comigo
Sabia que mesmo longe de casa, ali achava um abrigo
No meio de puta, motel barato, luzes, mendigos
Já vi o mais forte dividir sua refeição com o mais fraco
Alguns milésimos de segundos é o que diferencia
Um homem vivo, e pensante
A um montante de carne morta e uma poça de sangue
O olho antes brilhante vira um vasilhame opaco
Aumenta o peso do karma, sua alma perde o brilho
Como o Cristo derruba lágrimas a cada puxão de gatilho
O filho do Criador, vê que assim não tá certo
E como nosso Redentor se mantem de braços abertos
A orla de Copacabana ainda é bonita, eu concordo
Malandro e ciganas, no calçadão, me encontro a bordo
Do Leblon, circo, cobertura, tubo de
Boa quantidade do verde, pra num morrer a esperança
Nikit 2011 o ano sagrado
22 anos completos, foram comemorados
Já 'to ligado no esquema, mas esse não é o problema
A solução se vem em segundos no desenrolar da próxima cena
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little Latasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried
But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion
(Um homem não chora) levanta a cabeça e caminha
Responsa, por responsa, só confio na minha
Nada com a trilha, a rua vazia, acompanha
Testemunha, que eu tô legal de braço falso e mulé piranha
Passa um carro, um opala rebaixado
Mei mandado, mais num paro, meu caminho
E por instinto sou levado
(Minha) fé me acompanha (na) passagem por este planeta
O tempo sobra, pois dessa obra, sou a areia da ampulheta
Reflexões vêm, mostram o passado esquecido
Peço que todos me desculpem pelos erros cometidos
O tempo trouxe a sensação de já 'tá absolvido
Me sentia reprimido, substância, comprimido
(Na) boca um gosto amargo, coração apertado e aflito
Aquela rua falava algo, se comunicava comigo
Sabia que mesmo longe de casa, ali achava um abrigo
No meio de puta, motel barato, luzes, mendigos
Já vi o mais forte dividir sua refeição com o mais fraco
Alguns milésimos de segundos é o que diferencia
Um homem vivo, e pensante
A um montante de carne morta e uma poça de sangue
O olho antes brilhante vira um vasilhame opaco
Aumenta o peso do karma, sua alma perde o brilho
Como o Cristo derruba lágrimas a cada puxão de gatilho
O filho do Criador, vê que assim não tá certo
E como nosso Redentor se mantem de braços abertos
A orla de Copacabana ainda é bonita, eu concordo
Malandro e ciganas, no calçadão, me encontro a bordo
Do Leblon, circo, cobertura, tubo de
Boa quantidade do verde, pra num morrer a esperança
Nikit 2011 o ano sagrado
22 anos completos, foram comemorados
Já 'to ligado no esquema, mas esse não é o problema
A solução se vem em segundos no desenrolar da próxima cena
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came
Little Latasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessey, laid back and cool
Every hour 'cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothin' but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a Thug Mansion
Writer: 7 Marcus Aurelius, Anthony Hamilton, Johnny Lee Jackson, Tupac Shakur
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.