Lyrics:
(Jim Armenti)
I've been called every bad name, some I can't name
By judges and lawyers and folks I never met
But my mother she called me Walker
Continued the waiting
Tearing at the wing
I lost a friend
A terrible plaything
Broken on a swing
I lost a friend
Kept boxes of old days
When
a partition, I started rollin' with a mo' home
Pick up a penny hope it turn into a twenty but the day end home
A classic in the street like Reebok
Grew up
These are new days with old stories
So let's wash the same denial in similar patterns
Because the emotions have become mere background noise
It came upon the midnight clear
That glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth,
Wave goodbye to the good old days
And wonder where they went.
Check your watches and grab your coats,
For the century is almost spent.
Stand in
[Trip Locc]
Now my day begins late, had to get some sleep
ridin passenger in a Suburban peep
we had a ball last night, me and the crew
I'm sayin
And the years are spinning by
Faster than I should want them to I find myself struggling
Against the same old fears
Through the years remained true
I've
feel-attraction shit, had to duck them
Caught crossed by tellin truth, cause shit is real where I come from
You're playin a hum-drum, catch a chest full
and stretch 'em, and tail 'em down
Like they did in days gone by
And good slab fence, and common sense
Are ne'er in short supply
The iron still hits
On bright sunny days you can see my black shadow
Gats with barrels sucked under the apparel
And that's natural in a city with CRACKED statutes
Please believe
but I won't
I'm tired of arguing
So don't begin with what cannot end
Because I'm tired
You're defined by having an open mind
Yet you close me out
a threat.
Give me some of that good old-fashioned electrotherapy.
So what if I dress like a terrorist, walk like a bug, or am dumb like a journalist?
Nelly Kelly loved baseball games,
Knew the players, knew all their names,
You could see her ev'ry day,
Shout "Hooray!!" when they play.
Her
A good portion of devotion on sale
To the stale-skinned, rummage-happy everyday troop.
Got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers
guess Old Father Time's put on one hell of a show
'Cause the older that I get it seems the less I know
I found the road to riches was just a private
Got some shit up on my chest
I wanna get out now
Spent a lot of time thinking
Bout it by myself
But honestly it's something that
Really just needs
passes by
As the smoke floats higher
I stay high, bitch don't ask me why
Bitch this is my life
I'm alright, I be smoking right
All day and night
I'm
out his glory
Let's have a methozine parade
Going up by elevate copy swag, they recreate
Pockets need to lose weight
Don't try us we retaliate
Retaliate
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I reread our messages
And I stuck for days
With a couple of bottles that emptied by itself
I get caught in good old words
And I've not forgotten
trends
I get ahold of beats and turn 'em into greatest hits
It's took
Look
When I get on this shit
They say I give 'em throwbacks
They say I sound like old
had it so good and you never will again
Now you're by yourself like you were when I walked in
You'll never find another me - No matter how hard you try
rain a-coming before the end of day
People with their heads down walk quickly by
There’s a quiet desperation in their eyes
The dogs are howling, the air
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