Lyrics:
around the time he was born in
Arokotoko dance every morning
Everybody really really loved him
Back then he was living in Kano
Him and all his siblings
will bring you cash
You did this shit since school always followed the mass
cnything in this world I'll give it to you
I can't guide your hand but I
of earth
Put out your hand
And touched the face of hell
All this is why you don't have anything to say
When your boy tells you
That he is seeing cracks in
I'm sorry for your loss
It's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of yours
The writing all across the window in the walls
Whether it was
to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you
to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you
Trapped within the silence inside
Watching as the days go by outside
All this replacing
Discarding my face in this hollow tune
The fall of the idol
perspire
It burns in terms dire
No more turned by word of liars
Begone idle choirs
They don't sing that when you DO wait
Sometimes
The air you intake
Like
with you through life
They stack up in their goodness
And that's what Sawdust is all about
This is the Sawdust tape
And what follows are my friends
There He Go
TerryO
Everyday family man
So sweet like it's candy land
But moves like a avalanche
Mouth in a battle stance
So if they want hand to hand
My
love
From high school to 3 kids you did well, mother
I'll carry on
I'll keep on fighting
Guided by determined light
You all soared with the stars in
baby niggas
I know niggas from Florida, lil' Haiti niggas
Fifteen niggas in one crib, it was all of us
It was all or nothin'
Momma on my line,
Drawn out to see that day
His skin turned brown and his eyes grew grey
It was the old man and the sea
His life moved by like the waves in the ocean
(been here a long time)
along with is his friends...
(almost a month)
some of his friends who had been in the city
to create a sea diving business.
and
Every Sunday people give, pastor bringing the word riding escalade, with a closet full
Of suits and shoes all tailor made, yet many in his congregation
in his hands
It depends, penny for your sins
Shooting up the block, can't stop revenge (oh)
Nappy dread locks like a Rasta man
Where the story ends
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
slipped onto his
That one time you stayed out too late - and was date raped
Or was grooving at the club - was looking for some love
And in the heat
And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a Seminole?
I say and I quote, we need a miracle
And I say a miracle 'cause this shit is hysterical
But
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
a politician?
Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal?
And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a seminole?
I say and I quote, "We need
you got
Renowned poet on a lyre framed in octaves and choirs
Knowing only the prayer when things hang by a wire
You might think that these shackles may
I keep an iron and a drake by the fireplace
If a nigga play I "Let It Ring" like when the choir sang
Everything thing I'm spitting super different
she has something else in mind,
and so rather than do either you do something else that neither likes at all
You want to talk of Keats and Milton,
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