CHORUS: I got a letter from the government the other day I opened it and read it and burned that man The way that I live don't concern that man We gon
In my headspace, until it's dead weight Until the next day, return of the Jedi Sun up to sun down, return of the red eye Dr Jekyl, Mr Trials Mean me on
Most of my songs now I gotta set examples Growin up, I was always the one to have trouble with the ones that was never growin up Now we grown up and they never goin up
headache Pull up and shoot like J.J. Reddick Put on my boot I think I'm ready Which one of you niggas wanna g get it? Keepin yo head up but your beheaded
house and a letter That read don't come lookin for us, We moved to alabama She put all her faith in God to get her and her kids established She lost her
pays in mad ways" [Al' Tariq] Yo, yo, bust it How I was walkind mindin my own biz, here it is I see these two kids bouncin, my way Eyes blood red with
Seekin' five-O" [Verse 3: Hell Razah] In this modern-day era, we be in terror, black Che Guevara's On wax we like anthrax wrapped in a letter My Beretta
wake up every day to the agony, sufferin' and sorrow Tragedies be havin' me too sad to see tomorrows But I just say "Fuck it", take a deep breath Get
at the age of seventeen Baby daddies signing up for the marines Black streets filled with crack and pipe dreams Fuck peace, niggas is purchasing red beams
fingers completed the walkin These are Thoughts of a Negro (Wonder, wonder) (Blinkin I'm thinkin) Alone on the corner, awaiting a red light A van pulls up
be gettin' that head-a Don't get it twisted, yo, we out for the bread-a It's on and poppin', like we rock blue and red-a You wonder why these faggots
