Lyrics:
the backseat
Took that nightmare left turn to get out of town
Ran into the decreasing speed limits again
What should I do? (Eat breakfast)
What should I
the backseat
Took that nightmare left turn to get out of town
Ran into the decreasing speed limits again
What should I do? (Eat breakfast)
What should I
mother lied, sound familiar?
It's the fucking Lion King
You stole from a Disney movie, you androgynous douche, what's next
The story of a French king
a bundle of this
For the jungle lists, jump to this
Kris from that Bronx, New York
You best a-walk or get bucked like a pork
Rewind, stop whining I'm
through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin'
it like Psalms
Booty is stanking go pass them some Tums
Sipping that rum you know they som bums
Draco in the back because we come from the slums
Too
come at Neo, those are
Opinions, that’s perception
That’s tradition attacking people
From every which
Angle possible if you have a
Focus wide and master
Yea?????
Nowhere to go?No place to go...
I?m real screwed up, my eyes are sore from smoking all that shit?
No place to go?
Bottomless heart, so big
there for you! I wanna be there!
Why do we gotta, tell each other how to live
The only prisons that exist are ones
We put each other in
Why do we gotta
are like this cause they can’t
Tell good from evil
But I have seen the beauty of good
And the ugliness of evil
And have recognized that the wrongdoer
he the reason
Yea this truth so I peep what they speaking on
Say they getting bread but I wonder what they eating on
Got mines from the book so what
Waiting for you
I need a two-seated Benz
Moving fast ya I book it
This just the hooptie my friend
You can tell by the smell
I need the clock just to stop
ways
That you frequently, secretly are givin' me
But I guess that's now what beefin' means
Just like a story book from a folktale
You hoes still can't
And be an influence to
Those that are watching you
I said aside from the mumbles
Play it hard and dont fumble
We all play a part in
The heart of the jungle
all bottled and corked
Except for those who live in the heart
Of the beast that's been killing them from the start
And as I'm waiting for the train
there stopped to think
What our lives might be like today
If Karl Marx was as good a salesman
As Walt Disney
The bacon brought
You home to cook
dresser
I bring pressure
Im a work of art
Book and street smart
My pain became art
I rose out the dark
Make Haters eat remarks
Raised by the greatest
This
if you wanna call me bad, then what are you
Yes i've fuvked up but i'm sure that you've fuvked up too
Don't be quick to judge people cus of what they
Through a b**** is how I met that n**** with a baby 'fro
Mariner's Village has in it bassas who look for blow
I was by the mailboxes when asked where
you calling
From that cell up in jail?
I don't have any friends and my pockets they can tell
So what's a friend?
See me
I don't got it
Friends snitched
ripped these soldiers are brave
And pray to God that I would not become a victim of this crime wave
"It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
words escape
From the mouths of people born and living in this age
Where we can speak our language and not get taxed or beaten
Do you know what has
All of my life I've been chasing the beauty of music
Not only to use it in what I create, but discourse with the friends that I've made
Talking for
of anything everything I have is a
Gift from God and even the
Shitty fucked up things
That happened to me, that still happen to me
Are also gifts to teach me
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