Lyrics:
Seven lonely days in a fifty ton lorry
I know you made me what I am
And I fall to pieces
Johnny Cash in black singin'
Undertand your man from
St.
might blow (Who) like nitro
(Who) like black rob you, I'm like whoa
(Who) got twins (Who) like double mint
(Who) is wanted by the US government
[Chorus
Jumping in their boots, pulling on their coats
And their black fire helmets
Peter's helmet was white
Peter was the boss
A wave and a yell and a ring
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
over it
Those times and raps ain't never comin' back
No future without a pass I kick ass
Rock the socks offa pandora's box
Is itany wonder why
won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy
Street poetry is how ya boy get paid
And I wear no Escalade, metallic, black or beige
Yo when I walk up
There's a garden planted by the sea
Through the fog you'll find there three fig trees
And a tower high that's laced with green
With her climbing vine
the _Homiez_
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin
You in the mood for some Sexual Healing
them
They don't need us to tell them what to do
They're voluntold by a black hole Catch-22
Thunderstorm teenangels merked by the weights of their
Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs
Both of them turned green from counting the ones
Memorized by the glory, word life
Cut off
The machines stop as the screen turns black
Like an impulse in my head
Like a detonation in my chest
Erratic and unsure
The flames engulf me
Lit up by
demons dwell
The Descent to the Underworld
Pleasures consumed by the fire
The Scarlet gospels take control
Church of Hell, palms of black
The Scarlet
gray hair son
Got humans tryna run from fuzz ball Ken fresh out the box
Now introducing shoot first grip
They no longer use that Kung fu kick
This
at each other
wondering what the other is thinking
but we never say a thing
and these crimes between us grow deeper
take these chances
place them in a box
the rock bottom of the asphalt, that's likely your ass fault
My lines are cocaine, the flow is bath salts
I'm a for-sure Don, no one in your circle can box
Nothing prepares us for life beyond the grave
When our souls are sealed into a blackened box
Descend into the soil
Amidst a sea of black and veils
mo' ups and downs, than the Impala switch
Get yo' hand out my pocket nigga, go fish
I was born by myself so I don't owe y'all shit
Nigga you tell me,
meat
In love with the nine inch, so she steady calls me
Tells me she's leavin, I know the reason
She know where the guns at, the lock box keys
wife her
It ain't safe for the black or the white girls
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe, it ain't safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe
sex, and drugs
Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
Break the imprinted chest with at least
bein shortstopped
By a buck-oh-five dick and a booty-ass cop
You figure you're hard 'cause you're a cop see
FUCK WITH ME! I'mma put that ass in a box
in the woods
See cops play the role of a fox
if they catch your ass out on the block, ock
it's back to the penalty box
But Black was the type that was
by the scorn, lusting black body porn
Massa Brown babies scattered round like corn
Henrietta lacks eve gene what I'm on
We some super blacks DC b-more
I can't keep pace
So fast I can't keep pace
I live in this box of pictures
In a world that's long gone by
If I could reverse time itself
Don't you
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