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
, 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
of hundreds to put their hands in the air An armed robber stepped to a bank And told everyone to put their hands in the air A Christian minister gives
After months of goin' crazy, there was nothin' left to say But when the dust had finally settled And the air had quickly cleared Whoa, things were better off
A soldier is what you is portray To burn London bridges They'll fall down anyways. Cause everywhere I look, (what) another's wiping off their specs, clearing their
rafters with tales of narrowly averted disasters and the whiskey is flowin like never before as all over the country folks just shake their heads
invisible intoxicant....its called everclear. I remember my church picnic in the spring of '89, They had 4 fresh watermelon sliced right off the vine. When they bowed their heads
I 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
the ears: And the souls of the people who were with me: I was in them And they were in me. And off they go, a pint in their hands, A glint in their eye
superhero So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath Fangles in my head, shake the song off
