Lyrics:
country's wasted
With so much opportunity but most of it dictated
To the classes designated to a life of eating scraps
They keep the poor uneducated, so they
losing, I'm losing my sleep
Without you it'll be hard to smile like crackheads losing their teeth
Blew the national keep harassing could shoot for me,
Drew
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
and make it all spin crooked
God please help, too much grim to look at
Grab the tree by the limb and shook it
Like, "Have you seen my self esteem, where
feelings, hit 'em up and talk it out
He'll proably tell me keep my heater, it's summer all year 'round
If they play with you, you better spark it out (hey)
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
Cool as a breeze, hot as the summer
Ridin' in a Hummer, soundin' like thunder
Lookin' for a missus, wrap her up in kisses
Keep her hella happy by
a Rolex watch
I figured by now y'all realize that Hip-Hop and Rap won't stop
Puttin' it together like a racing track
Where's all my Latino, Philippino,
speak, disagree, take a knee
Yeah, everybody freeze for the National Anthem
Get down on your knees for the National Anthem
It's a disease, a catastrophe
the motto: To each his own
Got speed, its on
Flesh freed, he home
Then we'd go wrong, it wasn't in the plan
Designed by the Man upstairs
This testimony
or falling off stairs
What is the difference? I know you don't care
Life ain't not fair , but you gotta take it
The colors upstairs, yeah I'm dedicated
My
waiting, keeping my pipe warm?
If it's what you want, it's what I'm giving
It's just enough, dear, to keep my world spinning
You pointed out the fence
It was leaning towards the neighbor's house
The waterlogged firewood from the last few winters
Had become one with
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
to church now to avoid the fight
Frankly, y'all to keep it real I'm just tired
Have dreams of bein' dead, but the devil is alive
(Fo' real tho') Church
clack I'm Cobain
Know I roll with the Colt Forty-Five
To the Chi and back by one well I might take that ride
And when I slide with the drums know it's
on by
The way you let it out
She's 'bout to go in
She likes that low end
Damn, her ass is so big
Just keep it bumping
Peaches and cream
Uh oh,
that I bleed, you can bleed
I never been a fan of police
But my neighborhood know I try to keep peace
So it's only right that I get in the streets
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Everyday we live and learn, take it step-by-step
We create our own path until there's no life left
I
take my life and ruin it
I know The man upstairs ain't cool with it but
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Probably with some other guy
Ain't no needing why
My pride won't allow me to even try (even try)
Took one in the sleeve
Without you by my side, it's safe
guilty, not guilty")
Make it rough!
("A lot of activity continues here at this command post")
Make it rough!
("We have sporadic fires, throughout
About an hour or more, when I go upstairs, you can read between the lines
I can make it to the top, but then I gotta stop
But I'm all right, I'm
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