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Not a day goes by I don't think about you
You left your mark on me it's permanent a tattoo
Pierce the skin and the blood runs through
Oh my baby
pulled the sycamore up by the roots

Tell you what's sweeter than wine and is thicker than blood
There ain't nothing left to do but roll around in
just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
She left me when my drinking
Became a proper
Not a day goes by I don't think about you
You left your mark on me it's permanent a tattoo
Pierce the skin and the blood runs through
Oh my baby
Listening to you idle talk
Smoke rising to the ceiling
The words just seem to float on by
Maybe you've had the feeling
Then looking into my empty
to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
walkers
See that girl
Watch that scene
Digging the "Dancing Queen"

Two newspaper editors like playground sneaks
Running a book on which of them is going
family secrets out to
Flunkey's and castrato walkers
See that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen

Two newspaper editors like playground
Spilling family secrets out to flunkies and castrato walkers
See that girl,
Watch that scene
Digging the "Dancing Queen"

Two newspaper editors like
family secrets out to
Flunkey's and castrato walkers
See that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen

Two newspaper editors like playground
to a daughter
Within a year a walker
She looked just like her mother
If there could be another

And now she's two years older
Her mother's with a soldier
I go downtown
Lay by the railroad tracks
I'm gonna go downtown
Lay down by the railroad tracks
You see I don't want nothin' 
Since my baby, she
Bus ride
Then I'm cross-town
I take my seat
And watch the streets go by
Traffic lights
Then a left hand turn
I'm almost to the street where you live
I saw a dirty overcoat
At the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man
Whom time would not erode
When the night was snapped by
came in we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unrapped 'em all
Just two words nigga duffelbags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old
Left her high heels sittin' by the door
Little black dress slipped off on the floor
Wrinkled sheets on a king sized bed
Ceiling fan goin' round
up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Please raise
Turn left up the street
Nothing but gray concrete and deadbeats
Grab something to eat, Mickey D's or KFC
Only one choice in the city, don't voice
stuck 



(Chorus) 



Verse 2 



A unwanted child a victim of the ghetto 

Labeled as a lowlife, a go getter 

An outcast looked down by
Turn left up the street
Nothing but gray concrete and deadbeats
Grab something to eat, Mickey D's or KFC
Only one choice in the city, don't voice
[Intro: Frukwan]
Check it out... check it out..
Yo.. yo... yo

[Chorus 2X: Frukwan]
Little Johnny Walker Red, 2 to the head
Big shot, slingin' crack
shots hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes through the building
Continuing to build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the will to live, Glocks I
reading and still see

The muck on the sky of the ceiling
Please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is
Messenger is nervous it's no
The village makes the villain
I write raps while I watch
Myself on the ceiling
4 3 2 1
It's a countdown
I roll like a laser beam
Through the downtown
Its
M-O-N-O-X-I-D-E, when a disaster strikes, it looks just like me
A wild germ set loose, I'm abused by most
I'm a plague that will wipe out most of the east coast