Lyrics:
Little cloud is searching
For a sign of something stirring
In the hearts of those below and they all sleep
Civic pride and order
To raise a son
below primos for them g notes rolling rocks in kilos
Ci-lo is the set up poppy's rocking and poppin' ya 123rd kids fuck up bank
Jackings like Joshua
Climb that ladder rung by rung
We are the daughters and the sons
But here's the line that's missing
The starving children have been replaced
By
witnessed by no waking eye
The willows mark the wind
And though we know for sure amidst this fading light
We'll not go home again
Come and see
Come
The seven seas are mine.
I got banks to rule the world
And guns to keep
The ones with nothing
Down below the line.
My life is full of sacrifice
In those I
already over
By the time the ball dropped it was already over
No resolutions for the new year beginning tomorrow
Trudging through the icy mud and silt
Once devoured platters of bread
Now torn apart by the dog with three heads
Going further below
To those obsessed with
I hear the marching
Of retreating feet
The bugle sounding
For Satan's retreat
The trumpet blowing
Sounds Satan's defeat
By the hand of God
By
couldn't believe it! All those postcards he'd posed for, for ALL OF THOSE YEARS, and finally, now, AT LAST, his Royalties!
Royalties!
Royalties...
My mama always told me
"Son, you'd best go easy down that road"
And she said she was sorry
For all the times she couldn't save my soul
Shoulda
below
Best know 'til the day I die I'ma keep this heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin' the blocks but the block ain't hug
was standing still
All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said "Boys this ones marked for me"
But by then the tail
heart to find
And sometimes Christmas makes me cry
I think of families, I think of home
And say a prayer
For those who spend this time alone
Maybel Joy?"
Stunned and shaken someone said, "Son, she don't live here no more"
She left this town ten years ago, I heard she's looking for
Some
and tequila falls like rain
With women by the fistful and they taste like sugarcane
And they won't know the Bloody Higgins Boys when we go down below
We'll
the prose was profound
Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep
Or your Honda or your Beemer
to take him they had their chance one by one
But each met his fate when those flashing' black hooves
Brought death 'neath the Mexican sun
Still I can't
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
headed for the top by the rhymes I pop
For every race place color country county or creed
And all of the places that I emceed
Be-boy badness to the highest
because of you)
It's all because of you (I've got em I've got em)
And those freaky things you do (let me tell you a story)
As we leave the club,
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some
it in the street a little, Rachel
Fire down below
Tell me where do kisses go
Fire the glamor guns
The junky girls have junky sons
I'm
Darkness plunges as it covers the sun
By the embers of a dying land
Just run
Because the panic has only just begun
Way down below
The blood longs to flow
the laws
I am much too ignorant, my son
For grasping schemes so finely spun
My followers are of stronger mind
And I am content to stay behind
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