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still park at that house on Washington avenue

And I can't blame you for running away from this old town
But you left pieces here reminding me of you
Are

It was a warm Wednesday morning, down south in Parkland
Where the only news there was of the high school and its band
With all its suburbs and parks

90 on Washington Avenue
Baby I’m feeling amazing
I’m in blacked out Ford diesel truck and my boots is snakeskin
I’m a small town kid but I got big

Ring It

Spice 1

Tha Hall of Game

1996

you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell
and leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number
B-uh-Benzy on Washington, on the cellular

Ring It

Spice 1

The Appearances Of: Keak da Sneak

2001

you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell
and leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number
B-uh-Benzy on Washington, on the cellular

You Don't Work, U Don't Eat

Westside Connection

Ain't a Damn Thang Changed

1991

to pay, I used to say to myself "Life is cool" 
I had a roof over my head and a part-time job 
Slanging at OB's birdstand 
Washington High was the school

Cripple

Lupe Fiasco

Drogas Wave

2018

Park Slope
Broken dancers rather flatten carbos than work at Arco
Flippers who feat feets riff contortionists hips and Greece slippers
Tweezers

I used to run by the Hudson when it was getting dark
20 miles on the jogging trail in Riverside Park
And as the sun would set I would get from 155

I just made a G today
Kids still walking to school, I need a brake
Its 8:15 in NY, Somebody no eats in Bed Stuy
Pull out that milk carton for Geda K

I used to run by the Hudson when it was getting dark
Twenty miles on the jogging trail in Riverside Park
And as the sun would set I could get from

what?)
That's why you hop to fucking school
Santa motherfucking chip for what?
Don't like a son of a cunt
Because i'll throw your ass back in the coma

to pay, I used to say to myself "Life is cool"
I had a roof over my head and a part-time job
Slanging at OB's birdstand
Washington High was the school I

and force these cunts to park it 

These fuckers are laughing all the way to their banks 
It's our kids that risk their lives fighting false wars for some

Washington Park
Raised me when we was afraid of the dark
I done swam laps in the summer with sharks
I done ran track in the summer with cops
We been to fast

Now here's a little story gon' do out loud
About two bad bards that came to move the crowd
We respect the art, from sets in the park
Where beats,

and most wanted nig**, like El Chapo
The founder of my work, like I’m Pablo
If you wanna know how I did it, catch a school bus
I write my own music nig**, I

a thing
You'll get everything from me
You ain't gotta worry bout a thing
Aye I remember growing up in Washington park
Them streets out there hit hella

Three Strikes and You're Out

The Foremen

What's Left?

1996

to Washington
Just to toss around the old horsehide
Then he threw 'em a curve or two
Pretty soon he was high and inside
So he drafted a crime bill
It was

history
So Milton built a factor, B
And a town and a park
And a school for orphans
Made bars and kisses and chips real cheap
So poor peeps could afford them