Lyrics:
towards the skies stairs
You won't make it, I swear
The current is pulling me
I'm hoping I don't die here
(I'm stuck in a nightmare
Scared by where my eyes
letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
all of my life
sometimes I call it home
But after six long years just to get by I think owe myself some fun
Don't ya call me in the mornin' babe
I
with the rhyme of the dope house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
[Carolyn:] Only you 'cause
the pail out
Ghostwriting at my gunpoint until I sell out
And buy a bunch of punch-flavored lip balm
While that nigga fucking yells out
"Fuck Wolf Gang, man
consciousness
I guess that's why I never land
And I know it ain't by begging you'll get your freedom back
Malcolm X said you gotta talk in they understand
Yeah
memories
It got me testing my memory
These thoughts just send me
Back to rainy days smoking in the ditch
Just a bunch of 13 years old kids
Seems
there and
Watched them/staring back in complete contempt/I'm building a building/signed
His name in the wet cement/we walked throught the cemetary/social
there for a minute I was someone else
But then I undressed and I found I wasn't going back to you, I
Could have had a major scene beat the majors at their
the beach.
It looks like you're the one
wearing the leash.
Well they've got a bunch of rules,
just waiting for you.
Just like a monkey in the L.A. zoo.
''cause
Given opportunities
Most can't even fathom it's
Amazing
Think of the gifts
You got to here
Don't take it
For granted
By complaining
Then gave me a hug
She
yourself
Can't stop from going
Stay at it
Excel
One
You only get one
Life that is
I'm telling you better have fun
You better enjoy the shit cause when it is
happenin'
Do it for my nigga man
I swear I wouldn't rap again
Picture me a bunch of chains on like Mr.T
Where bitches be
Here to take you niggas out your
Let a mark try me, like Dej Loaf
Turn his motherfucking brains in the egg yolk
Yeah, ho, you the type to let the feds know
Surrounded by a bunch
as I bare my soul
And take you on the insides, behind enemy lines
About some state-sanctioned assassinations, mass incarcerations
And some
Yo what you say you want from the store ma?
Alright and some Lawry's? Seasoning salt
Alright, I'ma just walk over there
Yeah I'ma walk! Aight,
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
Paparazzi flicks on the 6 page
(click, click, click)
Grimy bunch with the 40s by the rib cage
In my 'jects we wanted to
Be this like Big Dave (RIP)
I been
for better times
I run with trouble, trouble...
You know
Just kicking back
(Though I look for brighter times)
I am carter
(I run to trouble)
Ya
Right by a sattelite... we went
Out of control
A hundred feet... in front of me
Back up we go
A weeks like a time spent..leaving it alone
Ya can't
and spit
Wake up again with a face full of floor
In another town that I've left before
At another time with all the memories that I could hoard
You can try
Nigga if you G'd up then prove it
All my hittas be militant
If my niggas dealing rocks
They slinging shit
Get it right back then we triple it
Get it out
and laud as our gentry
Look back through the course of the centuries
Call it history bother to record it
But all it is, is the wars that we thought in
Who we
that guy in a brand new dress
Telling you to "keep it inside the closet
'Cos no one wants to see a faggot"
Don't call me a man, call me a queen
Call me
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