Lyrics:
they gun, and get done from sun down to sun up, punk
Dead bodies in the trunk, they kept on tellin' me
Oh I was sellin' P.D. I was sellin D, I caught
a clip
How many hollows
Do you wish
1,2,3,4
I bet I shoot this shit
Don't miss
Don't need a gang
Bitch I'm good by myself
If you catch me slipping
Won't
Another shooting on the southeast side
This a drive-by, mid-day
Outside of the bus stop, by Fuller and Franklin
Or near there, not far from
to the gods
Light a peace pipe and wish on a star
This rain is a gift from the skies above
And all living things get strength from the sun
Now whats done is
Enter, monsieur commissar
(THUY enters)
THUY three years I've been away
I kept faith we would meet
ENGINEER me, I found her for you
THUY you, out in
scenarios
Elevates you above them
Where I'm from we hate the identities we are
Given 'cause there's nothing
Inspirational about them
So we create alter-egos
of those radium girls behind in time by light years
This isn't 1908 because Model T not my type, yeah
Man I don't like to be rude but if you calm down then I
a couple bowls, just copped six hundred orange
Made it back from Royal house safe, right back on the warrant
Shootin' dice, in the last week, down like
450 pulled up that's Cornbread
Them niggaz from Philly woulda called him an old head
But he a O.G., 'mind me of Chaz and Bump, real low key
Sounded
Sunshine gon' come with rainy days, Codiene take the pain away
Kobe at the three, while down by two, Dwayne gon' fade away
I know they hate I made
hold me (Yuh)[00:42.12]No love really shown in my town, cuz all these fuckers phony (Fuck you bitch)[00:45.41]Evil eyes when the sun goes down, that's
Learn my lesson with three eyes
Burned by fire a few times
Door don't open its not mine
I don't chase imma be fine
yeah
I don't chase imma be fine
back sipping tea
Let my early retirement commence
Far from fools made of wax, I'll get down to brass tacks and relax
When I'm human again
So sweep
This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3
there?
I-I-I I've got a migraine
And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways
Thank God it's Friday 'cause Fridays will always be better than
away
Soul drowning down in alcohol
Bleeding by my family like what they did to Malcom y'all
I said f*ck my fears
I'm numb to it after all
I can't
an animal 23 hours a day
They hit us up with secret indicments and three strikers
They send us everywhere from Pelican Bay to Rikers
I got, scars
So much Truth in this Word
Many people lost in this world
Loosing themselves from the perks of the pearl
Y'all don't really wanna get cut by
I hear the oceans crash from a mile away
While I'm thinking about your beautiful face
I wish I was with you coz that's where I'd wanna stay
I don't
not bleeding but the man down the hall
Federal badge and all
Just came back from the mall oh shit
Friendly fire I make my way up the staircase
Sneaking
electricity
New world's upside down and out of order
Shelter, food, what's up yo? (Where's the water?)
No answers from disaster, them masses be hurtin'
So
I'm the one to take a shot but I fade away
Golden Ticket in my pocket drinkin' whiskey from the faucet
I can see my life changing in a major way
But
of the conversation
Trying to make another day get away so you can get on by
Woke in the morning the stars have all fallen and
The sun is burnt outside
Nowhere to hide
open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They
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