Lyrics:
decapitating the liar that was big game hunting with nothing but a stick plucked from a tree planted by spirits so weak they can't even grow flowers and are
And you know it's never heated
I don't understand why these hoes feel conceited
Don't want to get by
Just want to get high
And live a bit if that's alright
Harry -- are you really so naive
You can honestly believe
That the country's getting better
When all you do is let her alone
Harry -- Can you
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
on the Titanic
Everybody was in a panic
Everyone was asking, "Which side are you?
Are you right, are you left, are you red, are you blue?"
I said, "I'm wet
Everywhere joy,
Everywhere
Nowadays
You can like the life you're living
You can live the life you like
You can even marry Harry
But mess around with Ike
But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red
As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead
An aging woman picks along
show you how we live tonight
Summer breeze autumn leaves flower child
Living young living free living wild
Summer breeze autumn leaves flower child
what it do man?
Not a nice tie with a suit man
Not a red white or blue man
I'm a true man Harry Truman
Cut ya wings off coulda flew man
Kill your old
The clouds are at the winds command
A great extinction is close at hand
But we shall live again
We shall live again
We shall live again
Though our
Desert rose
Why do you live alone
If you are sad
I'll make you leave this life
Are you white, blue or bloody red
All I can see is drowning in
with a plan
I'm gonna go live in my van
Get rid of everything I can and live with just
One spoon
Two shoes
Some old screws
My collector's edition
with a plan
I'm gonna go and live in my van
Get rid of everything I can and live with just
One spoon, two shoes, some old screws
My collector's
though
Her vulnerability hasn’t always been easy to
Come by "I was scared
When I was younger to talk about
Certain topics because there are
A lot of people
The flowers of my trail
They always come in technicolor waves
And They are here for you
The beauty of their lives
Never goes unnoticed by my soul.
Mohammad Ali
Malcolm X those my heroes
Civil rights dark nights dogs firehouse
National guard
Versus a thousand people
Flower in tha’ barrel
by a
Person that I thought I trusted, where I live
It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap
Myself 'cause I don't want nobody's son on my back
My
Dispense with the formalities and schemes
You may be contemplating
Foes are turning furry in
A hurry when transmogulating
By the pricking of my thumbs
Bella and her bright red beret
She stands in her garden all alone
Flanked by her flowers
Guarded like gold
Trees rise up as pillars of praise
For Bella
our encounters
I wilted by the hour
Thats okay
Cause i got my own power
I planted my doubts
Out from that bloomed a flower
Im stronger than i've ever
a cause and ride with my soldiers
Many are called, few are chosen
I choose to die for a cause and ride with my soldiers
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We live for this, we die
be the biggest
Leap that you ever hop
It seems niggas are fly and
The junkies are high
And in my line of work that goes side by side
But when
round we go
And it's down, down we fall
Round, round we go
Keep your flowers in the sunlight
I just got to live right
Flowers by the doorstep
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