Lyrics:
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
of sight and out of mind
Swore I changed, now I'm back chasing these white lines
I'm just a long-haired son of a sinner
Searching for new ways I can get
Guess that makes two, me and you
By the way, my name's Jones
Hey, I know a place, it's not far from here
That's my dented red Chevy out front
You
sounds of my own screamin'
And it didn't take me long to stumble out of bed and fall down on my knees
As tears rolled down my face I cried dear God I'm
priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by
askin' you, go on out and do it tonight
Come on Mr. Night, now I'm in the driver's seat
Till we reach our destiny, go on out and do it tonight
Your Mona
From the pretty girl next to me out of the blue
Came the proclamation only heard by few
Don't know where I'm going
Don't know where I've been
All I
you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in, without a fight
Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would
to go on
Well, I'm not a professional counselor and certainly not a philosopher
I am a country singer, but I do know from experience
That sometimes
and hope to die
I'm begging for change but only you can take the tears out my people's
eyes
(Chorus) repeat four times
too
I know each episode by heart
Now I'm the rerun king
And on every date we both stay up late
And we watch the Gilligan's Isle thing
Isle
and Friday afternoons'
The other one's out on a hunger strike he's dying by degrees
How come Jesus gets industrial disease
She'll be lining up the cutlery, you know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"
I'm down in the tube station at midnight, oh
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
all that new jack shit
Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please
defying the physics of flight
By vanishing
You can call me Mr. Ritual
Gifted individual
Vision full of visuals
Spit the fifth dimensional
Mr. Ritual
Gifted
When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call
Telling me I need a girl who's
to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with
Not by the way of an apology
For the things that I have done
Do I set my boat upon the sea
So like thunder, I am breaking free
In the landscape
She'll be lining up the cutlery, you know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"
I'm down in the tube station at midnight, oh
and
Go to school out there too the coaches
Wanted me to come to Cooley
High and play basketball and do my
Thang but you know what man
The experience I had
wit the thugs
Cause I don't like the phoneys
But I'm louder just like tony
And I do dirt by my loney
I'm iced out, thuged out aw man, stop
My 95 on your
Yea
It's so cold in the muthafucking D.
I'm talking 'bout real cold mane.
I'm talking 'bout June 19-mothafuckin'-86,
On the West Side off 8
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