your head straight Never inflate the cranium Your crew worried about them honeys at the palladium Who just wanna cling on swing on and so on and go on and fall off The hoes fall
] Go shorty, its your birthday you made it just in time to hear my wordplay its the kid that flip flows who used to flip O's and run G for days used to
I-go for What I know or, what's known So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home From the crib I spend months gone Sat by the window with a
mind From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind Uh, caught up in a desperate rage, was blessed with AIDS Lost her appetite, hardly slept in days
we carry on By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L. No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra' This be the days of terror.. SoulStice [
asked for nothing And that's just what I got As my pride dies before I do As I fall, I'm also caught I wasted many days chasing Brightly gleaming streams
Blinded by the light glistenin' off the Breitling Bow hot as ever I ain't lost no step Straight t-shirt, sneaker I ain't tryin' to go prep Like these
man Blinded by the light glistenin' in off the Breitling Bow hot as ever I ain't lost no step Straight T-shirt, sneakers I ain't tryin' to go prep Like
In the grass behind your grandpas wood barn Complex designs drops seconds before dawn [Violent J] Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art No explanation left by
by the street I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me blinded by
F, I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfuckin' gun I can't believe this shit, word up, word up I seen some cold nights and bloody days They grab and
Somehow caught in the game Back in '83, before cable TV When these so called thug niggas played in the street I used to hear the stories Live niggas here before
chains Somehow caught in the game Back in '83, before cable tv When these so called thug niggas played in the street I used to hear the stories Live niggas here before
on, again and again I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel You can repent and come with God or you can know a Devil You can go and
make our move, Then I was struck by the strangest sense of déjà vu, Man I swore I was bent "Suffa man I've heard this all before it went
Hey! Everytime I try to go in alone I get shut down, Locked up and held captive in the clutches of my down We go back, we go forth, We go back I'm sick
'll swear to you their love is true Straightway they'll go and court another And that's the love that they had for you. If I'd a known before I courted
does it's for the worse, seems it's just a modern curse Sometimes when I take a peek outside of my little cage Everyone looks so asleep, will they die before