Solomon Childs - A Thin Line Between Love & Hate/The Outcome lyrics

[Chorus: Solomon Childs] This be a story about a man and his wife Things don't always go the way you plan in life Thought he was living trife, she kept sharp as a knife Things don't always go the way you plan in life [Solomon Childs] Knowledge knowledge, story of the decade Deeper than po-nine rushing on a raid, do a federal barricade Anyway, calmanize story bout Barkim and Jade Top grade, four aces, Barkim into illegal horse races Faces trials in down south drug cases The improper knowledge and briefcases Short and light skinned with braces You calm him ice mug, pretty thug running with a rug on the Island Shines and lines profiling, rare like a terror back in the murder maude nine era Jade two kids, the quiet type, never hype, like to stare at the stars at night And write, fairytale books, Barkim would study with the next juk And from the looks, he had a team of qualified crooks Abused Jade cuz he couldn't cope really, c**aine mix the weed that Laced his Philly Less funds for his kids but loved to place big willie This kid a real snake, and that's what Jade would hate Haunted a mind with the options, a A.C.F., for early adoptions He put her through hard circumstances, black blue rugers and puma Apparrels at the dances Jade's beautiful and all, some dudes would come strong And Barkim, knew the abuse wouldn't last for long The newspapers ain't give much detail How Barkim hugged her tight, as they died in front of a trainrail True story, this is far from fairytale And it's bad as it sounds, I guess life is life And things don't always go the way you plan in life... Speak on it, God... [Chorus 2X] [Solomon Childs] Story moral's poverty, immortal like a sierra queen And king, mistake the real off of diamond ring Better loving then creating beautiful things My mother earth lose focus, is the weaker pretend They masters, impostors playing the roll of pastors In tradition, girls raised better with moms, just With thoughts of black girls being lost Who knew we open our eyes and see for what it's worth Queens the earth, rhinestones, diamonds flooded with your purse Ancestors grew up with gold, so it's the African curse, and to my young sisters Walk the other way, if you feel the reaper Cuz it don't gotta be about twenty inch rims and cheeba You ain't gotta be a jezebel, you can reign like Caesar Run a kingdom like bad cheeba, whatever it takes Whatever it matters, you maintain and collect your cheddar... Baby girl... collect your cheddar.. Straight pimping ma....