Lyrics:
the endless summer,
On the white, saw a different color,
In the streets, you got a secret to repeat,
In my mind, you're the ephemeral kind.
Never too late
John Q. Congress became a man
In the mean streets of Happyburb
Spent his allowance at Dairy Queen
Jumped his Stingray off the curb
Rose to fame
wanted
And share it with me
How many hearts are knocked down in the street?
How many poets are driven
To drink and to verse
By her singular eyes
name is Greg Nice I like to swing
Went to Canal Street I bought the dookie rings
After that, I bought a fur
Then I went to see the lady for a manicure
the top of your dome
With this specified time you can do as you please
Make a decision to create life or spread death and disease
We got 360 degrees
Windy autumn
Evening by the river
Stands a man
A man and Gabrielle
Real looker
Her back began to shiver
Reminders of the months
Under his
now
Ya know
[Chorus]
We been starvin' so long in these crazy ghetto streets
And they say we're so wrong for the way we try to eat
How long will
Gold and crimson tinged, glittering leaves litter the streets
Sitting beneath the trees, she sleeps innocently
Didn't believe that a being so
photograph of us
Every time I drive down by the lake
I fall into yesterday
I wish somehow that I could have you back in my life
And at the same time, I
Let it burn
I'm thinking of you
I'm thinking it through
I try to remind myself to move
I wait by the phone
You're never coming home
Let it burn, let
every night, I ain't tryna go to hell
Tryna live life, I ain't ready to die
I got a son who needs me, and I ain't tryna leave
Got a clique then
through me
Total annihilation
We are your masters now
I can see them coming down like rain in the streets
Soaking into everything
Like blood through cloth
Driving down a dark road
On the last night of his life
Michael's in the back seat
Thinking every thing's alright
He was young, and so invincible
This is our city of the dead
Another life owes its dreary head
We all, we try, we live, to lie
Doubting days, trying to get by
Waiting for
with your own two hands
He was backwoods, backwards, used words like:
no sir, yes ma'am, by god, be darned, hell yeah I'm American..
and all
that comes completely cause it sure beats life on the ground
But the odds have grown,
Most songs are thrown up spit out,
Just for the streets
and do somethin' new
He got approached in the mall by the army recruit
Told him "If you wanna go to school we got money too
Sign up at eighteen you
and to reflect is to regret throwing it all away and
apathy my one way street it took so much from
me separated by this divide i created through
Cold rage festers in my black earth, blind provoked by your hypocrisy
Boastful menace vain disrespect, violent conflict is unavoidable
Veins
Washburn guitar in a hard case and a bag full of women’s clothes
I bought a stand by ticket to the airport in Stansted
It felt like I was home
I exchanged
Elsewhere
Verse1:
Everybody wanna be the new this,
Everybody wanna be the new was,
Eating by myself at the Ruth Chris,
When a nigga could’ve been
Neighborhood right by school
Had to shoot to kill my dawg
Now I’m singin why you ?
I wish that you had the gun at least I could write you
Public visitation
onemight deep throat
Bad one might deepthroat
Bad one might deep throat
[Verse 1]
My life a movie
Blew a bag in Gucci
She thought she knew me
Told my old
Nuclear holocaust
Nuclear holocaust
Victims killed by fire
Mutual fear plagues the population
Mass slaughter is destruction
Human life has its days
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