Lyrics:
He got a pocket of old dirty dollar bills
He buys his boys a round, they toast it up, they shoot it down
They're gettin' stared at by some off duty
group rites of submission
And the rallies at Nuremburg
Specifically the function
The ritual serves in conjunction
With what everybody knows
Is in
stop
[Chorus - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
My nigga Herman Fisher doing fed time
I remember like it was yesterday, it made the headlines, damn
I had to start all over,
doing a hundred years hence
Dear Cecil arrived wearing armor
Some shells and a black feather boa
Poor Millicent wore a surrealist comb
Made of bits
Everybody
Listen to my story, about the day I died
How I went to hell, came back, and why I'm still alive
Yeah, I'm alive to tell, I've seen
America
It's the biggest problem of this world right now
So help me, fight with me
We can work on this together everybody
I love you all
Peace out America,
stay in
Is with headphones turned up to volume ten
It's my connection
Everybody in my life today
Is there in some way because of songs I made
Twenty
they don’t know me
Till I pull the chain out
Let the mothafucka hang out
That’s a gift from my father, he was an OG
Yup, so it’s in my veins, wanting
nothing about doing dirt
Sitting up, six months in the spot, on the block, losing work
I been there, any part of the game you name
I done did it, even
all through the night
I can't believe that I was still living it
Drinking excessively, pills to stay awake
I could've died then - but now I'm living
ma'am"
And I do it 'cause bitch I
Was raised by grandma
And I lost my grandaddy like 2
Years ago still feel like, "Fuck cancer"
I don't judge nobody, just
what you're doing is wrong and that won't fly.
It's not easy
to get on by
I know in the end that everybody should try
Every time you call
I
of the new breed, young black ghetto seed
It's hot, get the anti-freeze, ya'll niggaz hustlin' for panties and weed
Henny and G's, I'm guaranteed to pop off
comin fast
Cudees, some money, a fifth of Remi with some bloody zags
Left him fast cause it was sheisty
Counted the cash and dropped the bitches by
how it is
we've been swept up just by circumstance to where the coyote lives
where my days are strips of highway
and she's wiping tables down
them crooks
And we don't like your flat books
I'm tired to bein a victim
It seems everytime I look I'm gettin punked by the system
It's hard bein
the realize that they mama's need sons
Abusing their lives like it's gotta be done
Young black male that society shuns
If everything we do is so clean and so
Mexico
I wonder how he's doing
I wonder if he knows
That I spent the night in a cheap motel by the side of the road?
Except that cheap motels aren't
reinstate the sense of my own self-worth
If you're not good, you're bad
That's far too black and white
Behold the glorious sun in all its radiance bright
It
chants her funeral song
A weird sweet music fills the air
As shadow forms gather in circles
And it is nighttime, so cold, so dark
When spirits start
that part
Now everybody listen up to me
Cause the real funk's about to start
YEAH
It's time to
(ROBOT NOISES)
Uh, robots, are you ok
What are you doing
and cry on the daily
You know they acting like maybe
They been infected by rabies
So if I seem a bit cagey
It’s cause I’m stuck here in Hades
I’m
through you
No music played that day, and at first she was alone
By the end a group of more, no one has ever known
Was it from poison, the crops tainting
Lou Lou Lou
Little kid shit I left it behind
Time to be a man I'm up on my grind
Everybody out there ready to shine
Hold up Hold up
Who ready
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