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Conversations with my thirteen year old self
Conversations with my thirteen year old self

You're angry
I know this
The world couldn't care less
Conversations with my thirteen year old self
Conversations with my thirteen year old self

You're angry
I know this
The world couldn't care less
Conversations with my thirteen year old self
Conversations with my thirteen year old self

You're angry
I know this
The world couldn't care less
of y'all fuck with my nigga Busta Rhymes and if you fucking fuck with my nigga Busta Rhymes I'ma slap you in your fucking face my damn self. 
Yeah tape slap
This song was inspired, by all the important women in my life
My motha, my sista
And I'd like to dedicate it, to all y'all

[Chorus]
Just keep holdin
to the left
Louie the 13
Back down original, pack-town originiator
I'm full of 40's like the g-thang refrigerator
Getting paper with my neighbor like that
Colonel Maggie is my friend she got my self respect right back for me
Colonel Maggie is my friend with good old motherly sweet sympathy
Flat
and ask you
If you want to take a chance on me

Or start a conversation
With an old time melody

I'll treat you like a newborn child
Show a lot
and ask you
If you want to take a chance on me

Or start a conversation
With an old time melody

I'll treat you like a newborn child
Show a lot
I walked down past the courthouse square three blocks or maybe four
Run into my old friend there who runs a handy hardware store
I said mornin' Lon
always remind me of my 13th birthday party, remember that"
[all agree]
M1: "hey, it reminds me of that girl I met last year who was a lifegaurd at one
arms. 

Overwhelmed by my playboy charms 
We jumped in the ride rushed to the crib 
I ain't gotta explain what we did 
Built to last I simply waxed
bigger than those
Claiming that you pack heat but you're scared to hold
And once the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
13 years in
When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it 
It's my Afrikan express I don't leave home without it
Summertime just ain't known
pleaded and begged the rich man, for the hubby
Who gave fifteen years of his life, for the company
Conversation was brief, with no relief in sight
Then she
Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas
See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference
Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens
You can't be
Preposterous foes, frantically foul n****s
See n****s in blast, there goes a loud difference
Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens
You can't be
Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation
Slurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation
Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation
Rockin'
WINDS OF THE OLD DAYS (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The lady's adrift in a foreign land
Singing on issues both humble and grand A
Decade flew past
bigger than those
Claiming that you pack heat but you're scared to hold
And once the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
13 years in
of weeks in a month
There's 12 picture cards, the number of months in a year
There's 13 tricks, the number of weeks in a quarter

So you see, my friend
with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid?
You talk a good one but you don't want it
Sometimes I wonder do I deserve
bein a black man is demandin
The fire's in my eyes and the flames need fannin

With that what? (Knowledge Of Self) Determination

Things I say and do,
Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation
Slurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation
Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation
Rockin'
the cream of the planet Earth
Father of civilization, God of the universe
Manifesting thoughts with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, only