Lyrics:
the pushers the sharks and vultures
Things that happen when it reaches dark
And all the things you hear about Central Park
You got to be down
together
I can't sleep at night
When you are on my mind
Bobby Womack's on the radio
Saying to me
"If you think you're lonely now"
Wait a minute
This is too
Who am I gonna lean on when times get rough? (Who will?)
Who's gonna talk to me 'til the sun comes up? (Who will?)
Who's gonna take your place? There
Ever since you was a pee wee, down by my knee with a wee wee
We been coochie cool all through school, you and me G
Back in the days we played
the ghetto servin' life sentence
Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks
Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin'
Stop actin' like it's me losin',
called friends, are leading you down the wrong road
Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact
It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya
mess bout how it should be done
And when we ask to hear your record you never made one
So this message goes to amateurs and pros alike
We're the MC's
called friends, are leading you down the wrong road
Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact
It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine
And there's something on your mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace
In the part of town
You don't wanna be found
Everybody knows better when the sun goes down
As the fog rolls in
You never know where you've been
Cross
truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! a son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his
turtle
Oh, woe is me, I'm as opposite as I can be
I long for Thursdays when the world is drab
When will it cease? Now my life resembles War and Peace
your small domain with capitulation
When you’re sitting there
In your easy chair
As the world goes spinning by you
Can you face the fact
That your
on a quest to find his lost son, Nemo?
Oh, and by the way, poetic talent is really easy to fake when thy sentences doth no fucking sense make
"To be
the armor and dust off the grass
There's more dead-end options here, than we'll ever use"
"But nevertheless, there's no money", said the kid
"Well, hell
nobody there
Except me, hooded down and deadly
Ready, to end you with the murderous medley
This one here is aimed right at your head see
You suck clown,
cause that's your design
And nothing lasts forever, not even spirit, only your word
That's what I live by, cause that's what I heard
I wasn't there
I being so violent?
That's in the nature of being a nigga
Being beat down, then able to get up
Being let down, then able to sit up
Be the false
little chocolate mint on my pillow
That I love so very, very much when suddenly, there's a knock on the door
Well now, who could that be?
I say "Who
worse
When he come home to catch another case?
Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison
Who knows
of defeat by predeterminin the victory
As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter, after the third one
I heard my words shall be bombed, regardless to anything
So, we check the vibe
As the day goes by
We can save the night
We can make it right
In the notion of heaven and hell
Theres a fright fear of losing
on the move but that don't matter
Cuz everything goes quiet when they see Razah's ladder
The rennaisance child lives to tell
When all hell breaks loose he's el
is a wall and can be broken down
Found peace in the Panthers she went on trial with
One of the brothers she had a child with
The foulness they would
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