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Conservation flows
Just like a river
Or should I give up, am I too Giovane
Could it work
Should I even consider it
What I love most is probably her intellect

makes me think she's ready to go

So much for conservation, she says "Let's get straight to the point"
Let's start a party that could wake the dead

Cause

Had her head on right used to work n go to school
But she always wanna do wat her girlfriend do
Every weekend she at onyx or the bar bamboo
I forgot she

of his cabinet
Spending so extravagant
School centers are inadequate
I am adamant
For his impeachment
An inhabitant
Against mistreatment
Not having it

guys 
Got the whole school stoned, so high they might fly (yuh)

Yeah they might fly so call us your wingmen 
We in the dispo, and we call that our

On everything we lost
Still makes me wonder
Was stayin' worth the cost?

Lotta town folk up and left
They boarded up the schools and banks and the churches

Pacino
I got scars
On my face
My bitch
Wearing lace
Conservations
With the devil
Just to handle my
Case
Blood on marble
Floors
High school
Kids
Packen em

to the school of hard knocks and cold shivers
Flexing trigger fingers and fatty livers with track mark veins
Framing territorial hieroglyphs depicting pain
Solace

laughing at me earlier in school
My father's disapproval made me doubt me doubt my knowledge too
Uh, that's the reason I'm still in college too
I'm playing

Used to drink gallons of the Trad, that was old school
Used to keep a bottle in my bag when I come through
Now I feel patient, drink it just to taste

closing
That means the wildlife conservation
Funds are frozen but that oil keeps flowing
And the profit's from illegal wars
It keeps on growing
Man, when

Yeah

Loop de loop
What it do?
Fish with legs
No more school
Flick a clit
You in the group
Giant flies drinkin soup
Got no humans in the zoo
What

for a woman from winter to August
That can understand that you
Build a friendship
Down for each other conservation flawless
And teach you what I know

like *shit*
That you *lack* to *spit*

I turned this whole talk into a *conversation*
You went to fetch rhymes, I thought you were on *conservation

On everything we lost
Still makes me wonder
Was stayin' worth the cost?

Lotta town folk up and left
They boarded up the schools and banks and the churches