Lyrics:
Yeah
The year 2007 marks the 200th anniversary
Of the abolition of slavery
These are my views hear my words
Listen, listen
I woke up this morning so
Warm air glides across my skin, as I go traipsing through the woods again, venturing
I'm driven by a constant pull to wander while the moon is full,
citizens trife
Too little left to be runnin around with scissors and knife
Its so simple being miserable
Another crack in metaphysical
Festivities ridiculed
on stage yet/
Stay fresh, endorsed by We and Alpha Numeric/
if clothes are free then I'll fuckin' wear it/
Strangled the deputy when Bob shot the sheriff/
surrender
so many romy's that want the tender
when it comes to money the Maes don't joke
so don't f around with my federal notes
I'm live on stage
D's
You think id wanna stick around this town
and have to wait for a crackhead to beat my mum down
to get a phone call sayin just bring your money now
by
met the God Emcee, until now, it was all BC
I'm not gonna push a P, I'm not Pusha T
But I will push a tee with your face on a XXL
While my team's
Never Gonna Stop (Giving You Love)
Written by Darron Moore
Darron Moore and the 14th Floor /From the Album: Love?s Fight
Verse
Say baby how are
will definitely
Come and meet you in the spirit
Arms open you've been around since heartbroken
You want a cup of tea too don't spill it
We used
it's all in the family
Seen around her worst, that's the best
Five hour combos on the phone, get some rest
Wakeup call, have a nice day
By the way, did
raised around blacks and essays, and thugs wit short tempers that are quick to spray, then throw up a gang sign reppin they set, I?m from the west man,
as doubtful illusion, scary dead spirit
Might prove her grief and rage of her pain
Large fearfully marks of unsettled eye
Shifting all around the lake
I rule
Binded by the mark
Thrown into
Pit of fire
Blood I drool
Biting on decay
At dawn they live
Non-existing
Coming back from
The darkness
Barry, bodies bloody like Mary
Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried
Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet
I'm a rider,
around the weak
Refine our conscience
Let our tongues bless when we speak
CHORUS
Produced by Mark Street
Engineering and programming - Annie O'Raque
Down by the river junior year
walking with my girl,
and we came upon a place
there in the tall grass where a couple
had been making love
and left
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