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of mine and as I walked thru the grave yard
I noticed this man kneeling down by the grave of a child
And in his hand he held a big red rose and tears were
poison
I was your cure
You were my disease
I was saving you
You were killing me
Red oh
Red as a stop sign
Red as a break light
Red as this heart of mine
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he
narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her
The Sun was lonely
He just wanted a friend, someone to talk to
But whenever he got close to someone he burnt them
And he was constantly being told
away
It was 1910 and they never had a friend
When he died by the rope down at Cherokee Bend
It was 1910 and they never had a friend
When he died by
shots rang out
From Jim's old .32.
He caught the stranger and Scorpio Sal
Doin' what they shouldn't do.
When we got to the shed, there was Jim by
to the accumulation of yesterday's events, events, events
Junior in High school he was 17 and his favorite color was money green
But his best friend shared the same
and rolling blunts almost every sesh
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
Okay so now we get into it
October I move us in
I was
be red
Spittin' from a city that was built on a river
Hella people in this place fuckin' up they liver
All I do is make a cut and my handlers deliver
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months,
Didn't move but clutched the size 38 to her
Breast ivo could hear her
Breathing he noticed
She was wearing an ankle bracelet
With little red stones
That
on The Warm Up yo
When he did the Last Call on the warmup I was like "Damn I'm tryna do mine
So since this joint got that vibe I'ma do my Last Call right now
Yo
Hey yo, you all remember Shiro
Down low the money
Snaked by his girl and the friend he called his right hand
Things have been different from
stood by the shore as the water ran red
Hesitation, and anger
The guilt was all gone
I fed those alligators and I fed them for fun
Cause I killed my best
always by your side
And He'll never, ever let you down
He's a friend of mine, mine, mine
Mine, mine, mine
Yes He is
A friend, a friend, a friend
to the accumulation of yesterday's events, events, events
Junior in High school he was 17 and his favorite color was money green
But his best friend shared the same
only
I want it now
I want it now
He can't hold it down he can't Throw it mold my master piece
And when they try to put on brush it nigga can't have
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
you can keep ignoring
Side
He's my best friend!
By side
Second best!
By side
Never a bother
Seven times a godfather
Year after year
in the darkness
The darkness was his friend and he asked it to be his goddess
And this goddess was beautiful, faceless and shapeless in the dark,
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
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