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[Shock-G]
Three grinding mice
Trying to make a life called three strikes
The rat got three to five, two got life
Those Three Blind Mice

[Humpty-Hump]
Now,
Somewhere in the clouds they lost each other
When the cow jumped over the moon
But old Mother Hubbard found little Miss Muffet
Now their on their honeymoon
dreaming
Chimney stack
Starting to crack
The mice are getting bolder
The floor's gone slack
Your mother's getting older
Your father's not back
And you
For the first time, in a long time,
For the first time, in a time
Without the fear of going blind,
Without the fear of going blind...

In a den
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
skills for the wise!
Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize
I'm flippin' and rippin' a style for the boys who wanna get wild
For the old
around to the healing colors of sound
Just turn around to the healing colors of sound

Old man's ship won't sail
Don't you think they've failed by now?
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot 
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot 
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot 
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
And it's deep how blood drys as a mother crys
Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys
There's no disgues for the ones who hara**in'
The reason for the illin'
your friends
You would kill by this
Feeling passionate, it actually slows you down
When you don't read between
The lines of those old nine rounds
is trapped in stench 
You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs 
Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out 
Ninety-nine cent beer
they'd start a war
to exploit some brother's mother
Then there's the pyramid, that stands by itself
created by Black people's knowledge and wealth
and over
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot 
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
I'm around
You get by without her even better

I don't kid myself about happy endings
I'm too old for that now
Out on my doorstep, your lip burst
VERSE 3: The Poetess ]
I was twelve years old when daddy started to get rough
Puff in one hand, the other holdin a glass of that 80 proof stuff
He
a claustrophobic trapped on the Titanic 

[Chorus: x3] 

Mother fuckas 
Comin straight for ya jugular vein 
With my double edged blade
how blood drys as a mother cries
Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys
There's no disguise for the ones who harassin'
The reason for the illin' is
and he hung
My mom found him in the basement there as he swung
At 5 years old what does that do to a kid
Produced a maniac anthrax type of a kid
I hear
(yeah)
And others caught in the crossfire, and dying at age young
They leave .em by their loved ones
People wondering, Toronto Sunday saying, we acting
My best friend sleeping with my B.M
My old block dying 'cause they beefing
I cry until the sunrise
Praying for these bars to break

Dear little
get drunk before the day begins
before my mother starts bitchin about ma friends
about to go and damn near went blind
young niggaz at the path