Lyrics:
don't exist
So many names don't exist
Welcome to Inglewood
And the trauma came with the rent
Only worldly possession I have is life
Only room that I
mark just to VISIT Matt Life in the clink (/JAIL)
I'm bagged for stolen minks and snatchin links
[ Phantasm ]
At ST. CHARLES PLACE
Let me check Digga
Only nigga trappin' in khakis the mathlete I know how much I'm at exactly
Got my fingers in all types of pots, boy, I'm like a chef by the way that I
are kids where I used to hang out
They're all different too
Amy Avenue is looking like a dream
You're in my mind but you have changed
The past seems
Because I love you- ooh, ooh
Because I love you
Because I love you- ooh, ooh
Dinners by myself - no watering the lawn
Everywhere you run - life moves
in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
As just a man
I've been treating this part of
Life like a dance floor
Side stepping all the things
I've made plans for
And I ain't acting when I'm
Taking
Check out the avenue New York New York the Rotten Apple
We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles
I'm currently servin'
and they (?) aware
And if momma don't love her children, then momma need prayer
Durin the struggles of my life I learned to take heed to shit
I paid
Were all are a collective
Each with their own perspective
No one has life perfected
Doesn't mean humanity's defective
We keep ourselves alive,
Life is so unfair
Why can't I be happy everywhere
Oh I saw the signs they said beware
But I just pass them by cause I'm not scared
Chillin' in my
"Life is always on the edge of death
Narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues
And a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming
Driving down an avenue
Lost control now gone too soon
But the problem still remains
I've become acquaint with death
I'm surrounded by it's friends
my life I try to stand by
Yuh, yuh I stay high boy you know I stay high
I ain't that other guy always gotta stay fly
All black fitted up, how I feel
town!? (I do)
Killin' willingly
Who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block corners
Avenues and drives (Ah hah)
It's about time, the mashin'
(ian hunter/darrel bath)
(transcribed by colin ford)
On the avenue of dead umbrellas
In a place where nothin' sleeps
No one's pickin' up the pieces
life with infamy
But I don't call it
I don't solve it
I dissolve it
Famously
I've been so politely at the bottom
Pull it tight boot strap
Where's that girl, the one you miss
Those ooh la la la girls in their skirts they go rushing by
They look around and give you that come on
With their
A babbitt met a bromide on the avenue one day,
And held a conversation in their own peculiar way;
They both were solid citizens, they both had
Blinded by traffic lights
Skys’ turnin’ golden to blue
Streets’ gettin’ back to life
Can’t wait ‘til I’m up to you
Now you run into my arms, as we
left on me.
My purpose in life, is it unfair to assume I have one?
I'm not fooling myself, what now awaits is a nightmarish end.
the rising sun
Oh the avenue of sinners, I have been employed
Working there 'til I was near destroyed
I was almost a statistic inside a doctor's case
Livin' my life under a blacklight
Out here paying my dues
Sometimes I lose it and don't act right
Feelin' forever new
Livin' my life under
me
Carrying your smile with me
Everywhere I look I see this world slippin' down
That low road, day by day
And I just go on working for the things I
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