Lyrics:
grain, it's harvest
He able in his season, but he need Cain
I never trip off the gladiators, or so called validators
Biting on every toss, a point guards
sixteen
Playing dirty not clean
Out in front of Four Seasons
Looking like a damn football team
All in the same thing
All repping one thing
Looking for
Compton, originals from back in the days
Lowridin 64's and rag treys
N*ggas in the streets bump my shit in parking lots
While they fuckin in backseats from
"Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached
In life as by the obstacles which he has overcome"
Booker T. Washington
mountains, New houses, With surroundings, So astounding, How I'm sounding,
Feet are grounded, Head is clouded, Never crowded Uh
Longer days and longer nights,
Right now my ex Prissy is next door at her sister Pam's
I saw her get into the truck parked in front of my house currently
Walking out a few hours
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
really a prism i guess
It just broke in a funny way
I found it on my way from texas
Headed for l.a.
This guitar was given me
By old man thomas gray
since three
I done stood through all the four seasons like a tree
Feel like I got the power of the sun up in my leaves
Ima Hop out when I wanna, in
the disaster
A reason for the treason in a jet black season
For peace, justice and freedom
For the Original Man, architect of the Motherland
Kings to Queens,
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
'm back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
You packed your shite
And said You're leaving today
You said just give me one good reason to wait
I said I gave you 4 good seasons to make you stay
on and on and on
Got to get back to a reason
Got to get back to a reason I once knew
And this late in the seasons
One by one distractions fade from view
So
Drifting
I CAN'T WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS DAY Ken Wank
The trees are blowin' the snow's comin' down there's something in the air
to the rear
But I can't get us all in free (what?) it's just another case of that two dollar MC
I rock the same clothes 3 days straight to you they wrinkled
So 1 2 3 4, for whom the bell is tolling
I'm rolling with Umdada and I'm um holding my swollen
And doing the project dance from back in the days
of these gadgets got us distracted
Cause life's intensities got the homeless living in Tent Cities
It's original intent was to sit with ease
This isn't how
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
and how the seasons appear
You'll appear in circles in Hollywood, I birthed you
And Chicago, you know how to parlay good
You'll get Oscars, Emmys,
By the power of The Living God and in the name of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour, I make these declarations loud and clear:
1. My mind is free!
Or these ghetto fab queens
Already platlum in the streets
I even got them jail house niggas
Sendin' they cheese to me
Big Chan in japan
Bitch I'm over
niggas they be changin like the seasons
I'm in my universe A nigga feelin like he Steven
Woke up broke
20 slips by the evening
Kissin on the Pussy now
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