Lyrics:
I swear to god I don't know what to do about living my life in the sewer
My head in the gutter, I never gone stutter but know that I'm coming back
I never could do
Ghost in machine
Never let me fall through
Is Life guns and butter?
Out the gutter
Old friends
Same moves?
Checkmate
Broken legs
How I made it out the gutter and they still there
My broski ten toes even if he in a wheelchair
He say she say but all they do is stare
I can't tweak
your own companionship
Every time I see you in the world
You always step to my girl
But ask yourself homeboy, why is that?
Brothers get jealous
the pain (On God)
Drive by? Nah, we the walk-up gang (21)
I come from the 6 where they chalk up lames (On God)
Slide in and out (Out)
Spend the night? I
a fiction that is sold by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John
When I lay down in the gutter where the broken spirits fall
& I saw the faces of the world pass by above it all
The forgotten beg for mercy past
the world, handcuff your hoe
Twurk your girl, when I step into the atmosphere
Niggas strapped wit fear, uh!
Is he is what I said he is and all
When I pimp
devour
Topic is to kill ordered out by will no drops was spilled
Continual murder began by hate it enters this world
Confession of the straws was
change the world play the part
But now my soul is lost thoughts are dark
Now I'm like woah
Thought that I was a hero
Look around ain't nobody ten toes with
pride
Page one, little baby in his mother's arms
Page two, womanizer with the looks and the charm
Now the Boss is living happy in his own little world
But
I been flippin' wax by the pack for the dough
Lose it everyday, so I can go and get some more
I'm hopin' you can hit my line before I get it sold
Yo for truly, we representing for the love of this (this is a love story)
Yeah, This one is dedicated to all my niggaz in central New Jerusalem
All
When nigga cries nigga gonna scream
Oh lord please come and save me
When nigga cries he turns his back
And he fucks the world hot shit when
Nigga
an assignment
To feed the arts my spirit and to bleed merit
The conclusion is subtle:
Huddled amongst hermetic gutter-bugs,
Peasants, and drunks,
Junkies
told me this world cold
Nigga switch and bitches shady, why I move by my dolo
They shake my hand and show me love, envied like Cal behind that door
needs, needs
Confusion and pain and pray in Your name
And that foolish fleas
I'm thrilled by Your love
Like a child at the park
On a swing going weeeee
There's all kinds of ghettos in the world
It's all one ghetto man
A giant gutter in outer space
(You didn't realize I was a threat, did you)
Forty
world that they view in black and white
Look past the shades of grey and be the color in their sight
Like an optimistic cynic with respectful gutter mind
Capitalist labor system, entrepreneurship is an alternative outcome, work at earning more
Money and wisdom. Get your head out the gutter. Backyard pool,
ground I severed arms to stand on
And victory is what I planned on
When shit don't go the way that you want, make adjustments
I began to act in harmony
I been up for days
Ohhh
The world is so cold and I'm feeling so lonely
Im missing the old times
Im missing the old me
Im getting high everyday chill
You're running out of time
Out of time
The life we lead is by all means
A touch of greed infidelity
A world of steel and heavy concrete means
All politics
try and discover
a new way to get you
face down in the gutter
i can't look at the stars
but as i taste this old mud here
i can sense that you are
not
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