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Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
In '77 and '69, revolution was in the air,
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't
[Chorus]
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn't
by a big red ball

It stung and my head hung
Back to class with a bloody nose
And soon it was lunch time
Mom said I should ask about how poor kids
under the sky with a flower for a bed
And for my joy I will give you a boy with a moon and star on his head.
Her silver hair flowed in the air laying
to me

She stroked my head and she combed my hair
She set me down softly on her knee
Saying if you will be my lover so true
So many good things I
stretches on by
She blows my mind
She don't need nobody
I only wish she was
All mine

She's a full time believer
She wakes up early everyday
Yeah
die for me now
Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know

'Pac I wish I was in
scraped by
With the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye
Now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out?

I got assaulted by officer
deep as a motherfuck, we 'bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas
We
deep as a motherfuck, we 'bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas
We
I wish it was my ten-four 
had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third 
'cause I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird 

"Just put his hat,
a club where they play rockers
Him and his friend, drinkin vodka
I was lookin for him, and I found him there
With his clothes messed up and his (fucked) up
to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you
to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you
get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't afford us, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, with this here clip, who wanna hit?
I
of bad luck [crash]
Causing terror to christina aguilera
When i grab her by the hair and drag her across the sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with
of bad luck [crash]
Causing terror to christina aguilera
When i grab her by the hair and drag her across the sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with
of bad luck [crash]
Causing terror to christina aguilera
When i grab her by the hair and drag her across the sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with
Follow, 
follow my kids, so they don't sin in my steps. Yet the 
weapon is kept with the best of my secrets, deep in the (leaves), I'm 
alone, nigga
becomes a well known tune 
And my mic's gonna bloom like a flower in June 

We kick much flavor, and you know that 
As smooth as the head on a Fed named
mine
I get you in my car, drive you to my house
'Cause I'm a mack, I cold turn you out
I wont ask, and I sure won't beg
Reach right over and rub your
mine

I get you in my car, drive you to my house
'Cause I'm a mack, I cold turn you out
I won't ask and I sure won't beg
Reach right over and rub
Let's go, let's go, let's go yeah

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts
My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I
pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence lost
Two brothers, two peas in a pod, two comeback seasons apart
Take it back to when I be in the park
because I study all true reality, sculpted by my Wallabees
Study righteous God Degree, yo..

[Both]
We Break Bread and deal with equality

[RZA]
Yo