Lyrics:
just wouldn't have to keep him high
So he gave them up just to fill his cup
Every sip would make him feel alive
No bones in his body were dry
It's
begging please
Don't read your poetry to me
Please don't read your poetry to me
It's lies
Covered up with pretty eyes and a
Crooked smile that makes
here's the perfect answer
And also here's ya last chance to just
try to make it over the wall (the wall)
The inmates are so crooked (crooked)
Come
[Kurupt]
Burn so crooked (crooked)
The Poet likes to spit (spit)
Kareem, that's my dogg
Life, behind the walls
Nigga life, behind the walls
Yeah,
something that we shouldn't
A simple complaint, can make are minds turn crooked
"I miss you today" can make a heart turn foolish
Why not give some money
really choked from the neck and took
Find me at the deepest of my fears
That intersects with crooked rhymes that make you look in the books
The kid can
crooked arrows
To make bloody stains all over the metro
Slide across 94 and when the streets get narrow
Meet my dude Jimmy
That's Robert Deniro
Giving
crooked-ass sheeeit
Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true
Ain't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped
pain away
I am trying to understand
How to walk this weary land
Make straight the paths that crooked lie
Oh Lord, before these feet of mine
Oh
officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it, in America too long
All we want to do is live
officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it, in America too long
All we want to do is live
awhile
Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh
And maybe I can try
Lookin' for the evenin'
And the mornin' in your
looking
Chains so heavy I be walking fucking crooked
Tryna make them moves but now you blew your pelvis out
Mercenaries getting big like elvis now
We just
events, can convince you to jam, big city bangin, make you blame it on the boogie
make your neck go crooked, keep a fly honey lookin like a puppy in
squeeze it up like a vice grip
Make yo mind trip homeboy don't simp Real Talk-
She'll have you sittin' in the dark modulating
On a Citation X contemplating
sitting with Michaels & Fredes too
Kingpins & Penguins
Jokers that'll poke ya
No face FBE Ayoo no case
Deadshots
That'll make ya ah mistake
Crooked cops
congratulate the few
Who coagulate, graduate and make it through
This crooked system that designed to only make a few
Get to postulate they silly fake point
you dare
One right doesn’t make us all wrong
If this is judgement day, well I was on my way ‘cause this is where I belong
I’ll make them pay for every
won't keep me down
Jesus got me and I know that makes these demons flee
I look in the mirror and I'm scared to see me
I don't know what I'm becoming I'm
show you how to make it storm
It's Crooked D's
Bring another bitch and we can make it thunderstorm
I thought I was clear to you, baby
You got to put it
five and I'm thinking how did
I make it out these crooked situations trials and tribulations
It could have been twenty five that I was facing life is
manifesting, feeding off the tears I shed
When I can't make sense of their heads
Satan's crooked laughter
As I bite off my tongue
Holding out from all the souls
crooked for the weekend
Take ya to whatever ever never ever never land
Peter pan plus the T is a peter pants
Damn
Paint it like Da Vinci
Ima make ya Mona
If I ever were to lose you
I'd surely lose myself
Everything I have found dear
I've not found by myself
Try and sometimes you'll succeed
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