Lyrics:
spiritual
I done dumped so much soul in haikus
Just to get stumped by a girl not 5’2’
Its all good cuz what I wrote supplied you
Real underground shit to ride
down, can't tame it, can't follow it
We do it for streets, we do it for keeps, we do it for rights, got 52 weeks
This shit ain't for pleasure, I'm comin'
she like 5'2”
Make sure you really wit it if you slide thru
We got glizzy wit extensions got the clip in
Get to hittin we ain't missin reminiscing
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
Somebody help me
Living on my own I never felt so alone in an empty street
When the sky's so grey and cold
You don't even want to know about tomorrow
So
get tough on Bourbon Street
And the days they go by slow
I'll find peace within myself
Cause oh I know it lies between my heart and soul.
The seats they ain't customized
They made by Ricarro
A ruby red CF5
I'll cop by tomorrow
[Baby]
For catching me on the interstate drunk
Running the law
With
schochkies on the breakfront of life.
I'll never forget the first time I found these girls,
Selling their papayas on 42nd Street. So flushed, so filthy.
it up when they listen to songs
By DTAP
We can go out, you hungry you eat yet
Way the streets moving think I need three vests
I needa heat check
Make
it
In the cushioned straight-jacket
Just like 22nd Street
They got me by my neck and feet
Pressures building, can't take more
My headaches charge, ear
inside of me
Pallid walking specters staggering the street
Somnambulist shadows in search of a pulse
Lifeless soldiers, mutilated by trust
Melancholy eyes
tomorrow, if you start with me today
I ain't looking for your sorrow, no I look the other way
Like I cross the street, nah ain't no crossing me
Better chance
SO SWEET
I KNEW OUR LOVE WAS MEANT TO BE
TELL ME WHY, SHOW ME HOW
SHOW ME HOW YOU CARE AND WE'LL MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT
2nd movement: JAPANESE
broke ima get it all back by tomorrow I'm trapping I don't use a car
These bitches they think I'm a star ice on my neck if you look you can see from afar
and the smoke from 4 days past
The days all blow you by, you're still living in the past
Where are you way and fairing stranger? (no place to go)
Have you been
cin't nobody safe no more
Level with the devil
You wont ever take my jet fuel
In the marrow of tomorrow is the arrow that will shred you
If
It's 2:30, 42nd street
Brighter than any other night out in the city
Through the people, our eyes so softly meet
Just for a moment, then she's
I was out looking for nothing. Same as usual, day after day.
Walking the streets and looking for what I don't know how to say.
Then I saw you
washed away
By the tears that we will weep again tomorrow
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't
as a street love
It's all man for himself
You thank God if you see food chop
And if you no see you go lock up
Pray for a better tomorrow
And hit the bakery for
memories
Let it blaow blaow, 223's
Them bitches downed him with an ease
Gettin' watched by F-E-D's
They keep following
Met that ho on IG, say she be modeling
do 4
This one 4 the streets
I’m number one on the beats
Super low key and discreet
Og on my feet
Og by the oz
I’m Rollie pollie
Remember ridin in
street shit I came up out the north side
I don't give a fuck about your man's I put him down
Yeah we got that pressure got to cop it by the pound
Fuck all
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
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