Lyrics:
speaks to ignorance and favors segregation
He putting teams together and rounding up families
They pack them up in little trucks one by one they cramming
Oh shit, I'm recording hahaha, yuh
Yuh
No art is sacred
But step into my little glass home
And see the features in the cracks
I float with silver
I haven't touched civilian soil since 71
Hopped a plane down south to absorb some sun
Plus make a little scratch run an errand
Sonny organized a drop
it is quite beautiful
A soft valley of green grass blanketed by a warm sun
I don't think I'll ever get to see it
Are you ready to ascend, my little
left them ghosts on the drive, because that's some childish shit
I still get piled and buck wild when I dry out a pin
Still set the time like sun dial
fixed
And its branches reach very high to the sky
Giving its fruit at all times by the leave of its Lord
And Allah sets forth parables for mankind
In
by the riverside, a-floating high and blue)
(Or maybe cool to be a little summer wind
Like once through everything and then away again
With
spent his
Winter break in jail as time goes by
The lines that try to differentiate
The fake from truth get loose
So what’s the use?
Kid was living
(Rob One's answering machine)
Yo wassup everybody, you've reached Rob One from CBS Crew.
check it out tonight tonight only, I'm having a little
Walking up and down these streets like little hoodlum thugs
And the other half, they be reading and such
Not even understanding what they reading and stuff
This is my personal
This is my personal
This is my personal diary I got
Always writing in it, writing rhymes on da spot
See, ready set go, see me
just together, all we had was each other and his dream
I look back now
I think the sixty
That front door (penthouse)
Right by the staircase, perfect
Wasn’t like I was planning on moving in
More like getting carried by the wind to the west in a Cadillac pinker than the glossier lip gloss that you rocked
assemble)
Throw your fucking lights out!
(Call it unbelievable)
(Blinded by the search lights)
I done had a search light since
I was a little tike
Keep away
It'll only hurt a little while, you won't always have to use your fake smile
Let me see them pearly whites, I can't see them while you're in there
Come up
I'm a little too high, Nado
Now I'm finna slump till tomorrow, goodbye, Nado
3:00 in the morning, look at the sky, Nado
Venus lined up with Cancer,
too hard for a little bit of love
And how come all men gotta act tough
While the woman has to be made of soft stuff
We call their bluff in this new day
gotta make it feel lifelike
So I get a little high
Right? Our time is finite
But it's flying right
This red-eye flight's the life I like
But I'm so tired
Hanging on by a thread
And it's the last one I got
Head above the quicksand
Time, I don't have a lot
Swimming in circles now
Hands are tied in a knot
I'll meet you next
Where the stars are at they best and the sun rest too
So I headed due West
To the town where every night creates a new murder story
Yeah, yeah
Church
Man, I know I'm getting stupid hella views,
Closet got about a hundred pair of boots
Looking like the set that walked
back
Dressed in a black why come to this?
One, two, mic check, Sun Tzu
Runaway slave in the jungle wearing one shoe
I am the body that great leaders can
Turn me up a little more.. yeah.. yeah.. I'm a scream at the top of my lungs. Spit shit till it's off with the tongue. Get lit ride off in the sun so
Secret Agent
Ava Usurper
Dear Father, remember your daughter
The one who disgraced your precious honor
Oh wait that's a little sneak peek
A Chicago
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