Lyrics:
anointment lives,
The points I give
When I'm writing, givin' up my ribs
My adam shit
A broken lover but I'm adamant
My adam shit
A broken lover but I'm adamant
Goodbye shouldn't hurt this bad
Loved ones stolen away
Still missing the lives they had
It didn't have to be this way
Goodbye shouldn't hurt this bad
you didn't know
Now you've finally found a welcome home
Did it come naturally? You a
Million miles from home
When you tried so carefully to live
A life
case
I do my dirt by myself
Round get erased
You get down bad with me round
I'ma spray you down like a roach in tha project
Either get it in your dome,
Bad as a van by the Mississippi with the ghost of Chris Farley come at night to visit
That's the life of many in the city get the poor passed down with
I see it, there's only one way home
I'm a child of a backseat freedom, baptized by rock and roll
Marilyn Monroe and the Garden of Eden, never grow
scared to know myself too deeply
When broken by a violence I didn't expect
Closed to the heart where grief nested and made home of hearth
A pain that took
a bottle of champagne taking about
Harry, Joe, and Dick and Bobby and what they ain't got
And they live down in the lower development homes, and you won't
to prison
But he feeling like jail's a better home to live in
Least he get a small bed and some warm linen
He said shit that's a guarantee
Three hot's
now
If you could see me
I could have just let it be
But you better read my lips
You can not manipulate me by accompanying our friends
Sure look you'll
shit
We keep a roach lit
Live by the ocean
LA to Oakland
Like, no shit
I told you no mids
We on that high-grade
We curing migraines
Like
I smoke a lot
done this shit in my life I might
Just go to sleep are you sure I won’t die
Fell asleep at 8 and took my ass home in the morning
Night before my
young star player Mixed wit a head koach
Dis a real exotic strand ima smoke it roach
Katch a body kill em in his hand leave a note
Any body playin wit
You don't feel like home
I don't wanna go
One step too far
Got more raps than Big Jo's
I keep me Like two thick hoes
I need me , some true peace , woah
USA USA Came from Africa live in USA
USA USA came from Africa live in USA
Home of corrupt cops where white kids bust shots
Segregate certain spots
live forever to redeem myself These eyes have seen so many strange things
Passin' by, passin' by, no one noticed my angel wings
I'm getting high, cause
of broken dreams.
I wonder where you are;
Are you satisfied
To go through life with a chill in your soul,
And a memory that lives by your side?
Don't
time
Watching the world pass us by
With useless dreams and hopes we'll try
To make some meaning of our lives
And we're all just broken dolls
Cracked
Chriswiner make you rise up
Rise up, rise up
It's fik entertainment baby
Rise up
Let's go
Stand up
Let's talk
Papa them, mama them, children
will live, Papa, you're going to live
It's too soon, too soon to say goodbye!
Yes, Cosette, forbid me now to die
I'll obey
I will try
On this
some risks with this s***
I'm on a roll
Yeah you know I live by this shit
Its in my soul
I handle all my business and shit
I'm on a roll
pieces
Got put into my benz tryna wrap man up like shiro
Push it home my shank don't bend
Racks racks multiply by ten
Oh now i can't hear no pagans but
Let me relax my dome
My whole joints blown another soldier won't be coming home
Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva
Ties will never sever
You
Yo, the world's a coffin often I stay high off endorphins
Coughing up morphine 'cause pain is awesome you live off it
My anguishing aggression simmers
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