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a curse in the air and a toe-nail moon
Yay, some of these towns are still non-friendly
And this is the hammer that killed John Henry
I'm sick of being
in my shoes, sittin' in Mobile singin' the blues about you
Company people call my house most every day
Won't let a body concentrate
Gotta get some
right here, is the Fam right here
And if you fuck with the Zoo you gon' get clapped right there
For this CREAM nigga, I'll walk through Muddy Waters
If he
I'm the truth -- that's right, I fucking said it
The living proof that you ain’t gotta die to get to heaven
You girl, you right there, you look like
I'm the truth that's right I fucking said it
The living proof that you ain't gotta die to get to heaven
You girl, you right there, you look like you
I'm the truth that's right I f***ing said it
The living proof that you ain't gotta die to get to heaven
You girl, you right there, you look like you
and a tuck of the palm
Slow and low, do or die, stuck
Two to five cans in the tuck of the trunk

And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you
I hear so many lies it make me sick
These niggas called ballers sellin dimes and nicks
I can't wait til the day they let me go
So I can eat some
don't you never let me see you sweat
I'm leaving motherfuckers silhouettes - wet
And you can take that as a treath
But I'ma make the promise
These nigga
seat
You are what you eat
So what you eatin
Same message to your mind
Be self defeatin
Sick n tired of bein sick
And tired of bein beaten
Saw em drop it
seat
You are what you eat
So what you eatin'
Same message to your mind
Be self defeatin'
Sick 'n' tired of bein' sick
And tired of bein' beaten
"Cross our hearts and hope to die
It just might be the perfect sign"

This is a sad day
The saddest day we've ever known
No, I never thought
how to breathe
You gotta get drunk just
To blow off some steam
So many lights but
We're kept in the dark
Yeah they can take it all
But we still
when day comes pray so a miracle will keep it protected,
Some of us gotta go but you know it you expect it,
I gotta believe, in more than I see,in
you irking us
The more you goin' need memorial services
"The Black Album" second verse, is like
Devil's pie, save some dessert for us

Man, I gotta get
'Cause all you gotta do is release
Through these obstacles you've got to beat
Take us to the water
Launch us out to sea
And may the drunken mad ones follow
Haha
Yeah
Take this shit back to the California streets
All y'all fools out there talkin about y'all gangbangin and shit
I hope you puttin in some
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
the money got you doing shit that'll fuck up your pride
You ain't a hoe, you just really trying to get by
Every day looking up at the sky
Sometimes, shit
linen, as cold as the clay

I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
These words he did speak as I slowly walked by
Come sit here beside me and hear
to make yourself look harder 
It's like, throwin' some bloody meat up in the water 
Nigga, then you will never yourself a nice day 
Cause these shark ass
linen as cold as the clay
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
These words he did say as a police stepped by
Come side down beside me and hear my
linen, as cold as the clay

I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
These words he did speak as I slowly walked by
Come sit here beside me and hear
, nigga
You and I for the creep on the come up
And pay these niggas a visit
So is it, was it, wicked ways
Got me strugglin' for days
Hey, a nigga's
the road and went straight

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter