Lyrics:
Rest in peace, Big Mello, we gon' miss you, nigga
Man, I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga
Taking million dolla pictures, me and all
Well I saw you, in quarter of the night
You had golden hair and
Blue sparkling, blue sparkling eyes
Well you were traveling down that same old path
technique, y'all niggas gon' respect me,
Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl though,
Gettin' interviewed by motherfuckers like
the other way
You outta give her the eye
'Cause if she wants to love you
Don't let your chance go by
Well, now look at her, man
She got blue eyes
don't know myself no more
She used to be the life of the party for true
And now she going out hardly ever
Her man got her in the yard forever
maneuver to sell
I got a vile and cracked tumor in my future as well
From the bile and black humors that I use in my spells.
Blue blooded ghoul running
hell...
Then again they could put a nigga in jail...when I'm just tryna get by
But I use to sell...and now I leave it alone cuz I'm doin well, well..
I
John Hardy was a desperate little man,
He carried two guns ev'ry day.
He shot down a man on that West Virginia line,
You oughta seen John Hardy
Everything was rolling great (shout it out)
Till some man called her race a disgrace
Oh no
[Chorus]
Well Poppi went down to the river
To defend
the arms of another man's wife
I'll need to be deaf, dumb and blind
Just to get by
In the end, we'll find the truth
I could leave this town for good
And I
I didn't think I'd have to write this yet
But have you seen the morning news
I’m the happiest man in my hometown
Ruled by racist country
at the end of our pain, it's insane
and we won't need a therapist for that
We won't always be broken, but we'll always be black
Sometimes, I feel more broken
and his eyes were green
A-He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a hoss like the Tennessee stud
Well I got just as lonesome as a man
Said I'm almost crazy, and I'm all here by myself
Said I'm almost crazy, I'm all here by myself
Ah these women 'bout to run me crazy, Lord she's got
seems
But am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
Well, it is so obvious that something has changed
What's happening, baby, to make you act
Governments lie all the time well
Not just the American
Government, it's just in the
Nature of governments well, they have
To lie and since they
Oh, what makes a man like poor me cry
Well I might as well forget all about it
Lord and try to live my live just like it is
Lord I might as well
lost rubbers
Got adopted by the white
Thank god for Phillip Drummond
Different strokes on these hoes
Flush rubber do the zip up
Getting bandz on the pick
keep me from secretly scorin’
In fact, my P.O. adore me I built up that rapport real gangsters rebuild, reset, fuckin’ retake what’s yours! payback, man
Yeah, I be drippin' like, Boo-Hoo
Leave a print on her ass like I'm Blues Clues
Swipe through the gram, who to choose?
I got so many hoes, I got so
real shit by
But at the same time I don't much care where the chips lie
As long as when you're browsin' my store you just click buy
The hue of blue
why I got to refuse
The unbeknown, overblown
Methadone Blues
Well there’s a friend that I’ve come to know
Comes and goes like the cold wind blows
Meet
(Play for keeps)
Man inna mirror it's just you and me (You and me)
I got blues fresh crease out the safe (Out the safe got em bussin')
Got the bands like
They don't want to see us prevail
They don't want to see us succeed
They don't want to see a black man do what he gotta do to feed a family
Wondering
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