I need a post I can lean on without it falling a rock I can stand on without it rolling I need a road I can walk down without it turning A fire I can
, oh Nothing from the ground is good enough Body rise look what's over me Oh chariot your golden waves Are walking down upon this face Oh chariot I'
my breathing he decides that Until that day just happens I keep leaning now in spite of that (swagged out w/ my tags out with my tags out) Oh you think you getting? Oh
But I'll return a stronger man I'll return to me my homeland No grave shall hold my body down This land is still my home, this land is still my home
You've been livin' way too long in broken-promise land Your dreams crushed an' scattered like a million grains of sand I'd love to be your redemption
with kings of far off lands They showed me wealth as far as I could see. But their kingdoms seemed all shrivelly and they cried with jealousy When I leaned
I like livin' in the land of free And I like how it feels when you lean on me Ever since you wandered into my back yard I dropped my resistance and lowered
no women... it was great cause you could really talk to buck and he would hear ya oh one time they threw buck out the 3rd story window he landed on the
got the new benz plus two cheves On 19 inch choppers they don't make twenties Enemies oh yeah man I got many I'm a serious nuggah, oh it was trouble I
a sucker for cornrows, niggas in Timbos hey (I got old Timbos mama, let me, let me, can I hit that?) Oh Lord, look nigga (C'mon mama let me hit that)
my soul dig Becomes the body of another one Constellation, the mirror is such a simple above collection And the mic down in my eye Today we're taking out Paris or say Of the lands heavy spirit of ill descending Oh
to go Just a little bit of grieving in the words you relate and I'm alright Crash land, insist, can't exist on frailty I always crash land, resist,
in Promised Land vein division I tug my friend down to my astigmatism Low Bro Packs and rows, Max a golden butcher Last catapult standin in a land
Man, and Sekou ain't the toughest, I'll tell ya right now When it's on it's nothin', 720 get to bustin' Oh, my gangstaness All the anger in my heart
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh It's muthafuckin' Hell Rell and you know you with the Dip-Dip-Dip Dip-Dip-Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset Hook: Y'all better call the cops,
looking And it's eighty degrees And I'm down on my knees in Brooklyn Her house was a dusty collection of rusty Confusion with landings and tunnels And leaning
it should, can you feel it too? Summer sand, sun and tanned Feeling like a 100 grand Underpants up in france Like I'm from another land I'm a man, I
(Dubez) We dove deeper, I tapped Marlon, ayo, what's that I see there? Could it be that we there? Man them bricks better be there Tracking device blinking nigga, oh