i wanted to share, Some important details that you're unaware I want you to listen, i want you to care, I'll choke to death if i don't clear the air It
with Tre's the size of dimes ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils shove the gun
even put it in clear bags but years passed now my dubs puffy like air bags You might see me out in Houston on Flip Block With a ?? old school drop with
head, or living off of radishes, or eating grass or tofu. i like a lot of vegan cuisine. but the illogicality of expecting everyone to adopt their particular
await on change like a new moon's birth? Does it still flood ancient wisdom parallel with blur? Do you still see the pain [? ] deep? Or did you fight off
m from the land of them straight razor face beard niggas With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste rare niggas And I race scared niggas, them snake head
not mine to find. Heaven knows, all your Stars are on show, they last a lifetime, And your hands leave their Marks in the sand, they last for ever, For ever. It's clear
head Well it depends on the truth, huh See I'm realistic and everyday can't be terrific I just seen one of my boys get ticked off And put one of his
jerked without the jerkins The similes and metaphor that I be servin Goin right over their head, hah turbans I gotta (?) she a Persian And I gotta deal with
, your eye will get swoll up Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, holled up 'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth
is she up to scew and down to fuck it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of smut with a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles running through a house
to your head well it depends on the truth, huh see I'm realistic and everyday can't be terrific I just seen one of my boys get ticked off and put one
i'm painting The masterpieces You hear em on the radio babbling But the truth is traveling with the word As they're flying through the air like a javelin
gasp for air, deadly warfare Hot block cop and gold stares, shot's clear They fire was on July the 4th, Weapons get torn, fugitive slidin' off My force
'm from the land of them straight razor face beard niggas With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste rare niggas And I race scared niggas, them snake head
me see your sound language Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off Rollin' with my comrades Buddy and we all
lived with them on Montague street In a basement down the stairs There was music in the cafes at night And revolution in the air Then he started into dealing with
