Lyrics:
Hill can really make it out
Like Jay Z before 4:44 Reasonable Doubt
Shackled to the same cycle as my folks
When I was 16 I was feeling old
Now I'm 21
and telling folks I'm alright
Hoping they won't take the time to look me in my eyes
'Cause if they do then they'd see behind my lies
I'm unstable and triggered
Calculated risks, you already know what it is
Old friends turned to new rivals
How you a real but your jewellery fake
You ninjas feel right at home
There's an old dirt road, just off route nine
Fades into the lake, at the low water line
Sometimes I wander down that road alone
Remembering
harvest
I am the old Kentucky home
I am the son who runs the farthest
I have done wrong, I will do wrong
There's nothin' wrong with doin' wrong
And I am
get back their gold
That was stolen by a dragon in the days of old.
Bilbo! Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins
He's only three feet tall
Bilbo! Bilbo! Bilbo
Robbin' old folk, we don't need no more of that
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminiscin' 'bout the days in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby,
Unless
You one of my folks or else get toast
I turn it easy on you niggas, somebody smoked
Don't fuck around with a real nigga loc
"Cause I've got"
the pulpit
Stressin' to heaven, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle
Trails the no home leave behind them
"God Bless You" signs on a street corner lamp post
Maybe a vet of his own alley way
An "Ain't drunk yet wanna
by Ms. Dot 'partment
Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx shoot we down to the spot
Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot
Them folk say they
the pulpit
Stressin' to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle
ain't Mavoe
I'm just a survivor
Been gone from home so long some folks thank that I died
It's cool and If I don't get rich I'm thankful that I alive
Robbin' old folk, we don't need no more of that
Just a 70s baby, early 80s child
Reminiscin' 'bout the days in the brick backyard
Just a 70s baby,
Being a boy of colors
He asked some hard questions
He asked the ones I never asked
At six years old, I took him to the beach with a friend
A blue sky
Oh, I hate watching my folks grow old
There's bats in the attic
You say I'm dramatic
But maybe I learned it from you
I'll run though it's snowing
It's
Road you gotta take me home
I drive by the homeless sleeping on a cold dark street
Like bodies in an open grave
Underneath the broken old neon sign
I have to go back to congress and they vote on me again,
and by that time you're so old
By that time it's very unlikely that you'll become a law.
is a lawyer for the ACLU
With a boyfriend who's a folk singin' socialistic Jew
They don't come home to see her anymore because they think that she's
back
Ritchie never came home
Their folks got a letter in the mail
They got a letter in the mail . . .
I ain't gonna die for standard oil
I.b.m. . . . I
thang
Quick to cook and breakin' cane
Straight runnin' thangs around the way
Havin' his money man
A rider from the hood understood by many sets
With
that's life so enough about him
Same old shite with the tubes on a strike,
And I cant pedal in cos they teefed my bike
Again, suppose I got myself to blame
still put ya on the injured list
Still efficient we mobb deep so infamous
Isn't it interesting? We get belittled like middlemen
By other folks who didn't
Free and The Contrary Farmer
A Home in The Country, and Bound For Glory
Irish Folk Tales as told by Yeats
A Country Year, At Nature's Pace
The Grapes
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