Lyrics:
Georgia boy
Sometimes at night in silence, Lord, I'd listen
That same old freight to take me back to Maybel Joy
Cold nights had no pity on this
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
night was Plush but we moved to Fuel
And I be up in the booth drunk, actin' a fool
Friday night at Kaya, they still got love (they what?)
And the Shark
d'oeuvres
Why, we only live to serve
Try the grey stuff, it's delicious
Don't believe me? Ask the dishes
They can sing
They can dance
After all, Miss,
are still souls why'see
And someone's baby's just another Danny
And in the guest room in the back
Lives this old Jamaican black
'Cause
car
But it's so when and where a bird flies and sings so free
And there's whole lotta winds in this little house at 4-0-33
The four thousandth block
the very reverend Freud
You were the manual orgasm
I was the dirty little boy
And is this what you wanted
To live in a house that is haunted
By
niggas reppin NYC
To my duns up in the clink stuck in the think
For my dogs on the corner that cook they own weight
For young lords livin like old time
on liquor
I had women on women
Yeah that's bunk bed bitches
I've done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin'
Cause they live for some
when the night is done
We live our lives tonight as one
Mass of minerals in a glass house
Playing [?] blast out
Letting out verbal thunder bolts
Until
keep it
Bandaned up, braided, still acting a fool
Ha, still the hottest thing in high school, I'm the
[Chorus]
I came through the door blazing
The shutters are cracked and dry now,
And the roof lets the rain seep in;
The old four walls are ready to fall,
And the sign reads, "This House
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Somehow got them all this far.
Daddy! You Promised, You Promised.
See the Stewart are dressed up
He's got eyes in the back of his
Eleventh Earl of Mar
Somehow got them all this far
Daddy! You Promised, You Promised
See the Stewart are dressed up
He's got eyes in the back of his
strange I can still see it in my head
To know for hours you were laying in that bed
If you listening to this record,
If it's day our night
If my mama
the leaves are bare
And no one sees the signs
Of a house that stood and a garden that grew
And life in another time.
One Spring when the buds came
This old jail house this evening
Forty dollars won't pay my fine
Corn whiskey has surrounded my body poor boy
And my woman is troubling my mind
Lord my
here's a verse from Hamlet
"Lord, we know who we are
Yet we know not what we may be"
So maybe I'm the one or maybe I'm crazy
I'm from Marcy houses
or
Negotiatin' with thug lords
Tried conversatin' but he won't listen
He said the world is a
Livin' hell for God's children
Picture him still in the pen'
Doin'
Are you frightened by the weight you possess
Or is this lie just weightlessness
Smoggy twilight in L.A.
I can't think of one real thing to say
the people coming in the club
And they still arrested us for performing in front of adults!
What is this? Is this not America?
This is not China, this is
Well that new tattoo still stung just a little
The old guy said "Well, what do you think?
Is this what you wanted?
Just the word 'freedom'
This is DJ Chocolate Suede coming at you
Live with a fresh hot joint from Still Spoken featuring the incredible, impeccable Verlon Baker
You guys
jokers on my left, thieves up on my right
You'd find me in the middle if I picked a different life
Before my name started tripling in size
But I'm still
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