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Now lightning strikes in old New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
Now lightning strikes in old
New York
It may be dark but I want to talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is
to Mother, 
Now and then have a chat
Buy her some flowers, or some candy
Or a brand new hat
But, Brother you better let it go at that
Or you might end up
the cure
You got the key
You got the remedy
I know for sure
It's plain to see
You got the remedy

I believe she got something
Like a stingaree (Stephen
beneath of the tootsie pop drop 
Don't stop 'cause I'll be your favorite

Are you free tonight, stop by if you like, if you might want to
I don't mind,
right
Will I dream? Yes, I might!
Oh widescreen winding round my eyes
Blinding me with lies

Finding I've been fooled by what I've seen
No,
to give up hope but it's getting hard to cope 
Holding on by a threat to keep from hanging by a rope 
It's not like you've got time working on your side
front of my eyes. 
It's just some ballin' ass niggas down to die for the West Side. 
California's the state where all bustas die. 
First thought be
it's easy for me to understand
How you could just kill a man

[Chorus]

I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
My gun ain't on my
you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you want to
not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
till your remains is in a urn on top
on 61st
If I didn't use it I would spit the verse
This is how how you find me if demons happen to hit me first
Right on 58th I lived from 12 to 17 with
That I caught the wrong message, and now it's time
I'm hearing from God, what amazing experience, as you hear from God
He said, "Is there forth any man
of sorrow
You might understand

Where am I now
Beyond the dawn
(Where) hope's turned to dust
At all

Immortal love's
Fooled by the hands of doom
from the 
Click
I used to claim, I'm the blame
For all this bullshit, never the less y'all can't prove this
But who's the smoothest
When it comes to this
You
Though it seems each day I try
Please, bless me with hope for always
That I might live, might die and

me, with pain and all
Might take the fall
Yet
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
I'm sorry I kept you 
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist 
And you sit by the radio  hand
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
in my rhymes fighting for yo' spirit and you mind!
So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene
The water be brown in the morning in my sink
with fate
I got suckers scrambling like quarterbacks from Grambling State
So, don't eff around Tootsie, you might get Roll-ed up
Sewed up, you best
the wrong message, and now it's time
I'm hearing from God, what amazing experience, as you hear from God
He said, "Is there forth any man be in Christ, he is
Yeah, word, I heard about it, man
Yeah, word, similar story, you know?

Regardless, we all ninjas, and got money,
But the theme of the story
Is
My fascination with a single common theme 
And I am hounded by the fear that I might be losing it 
Slipping from reality into dream 

When my
front of my eyes. 
It's just some ballin' ass niggas down to die for the West Side. 
California's the state where all bustas die. 
First thought be