Lyrics:
a plan
Never smoked crack but Had a crack baby
Sound a lil shady
Cooking up so much it got in his lungs
Pure coke surrounded by guns
Feds came in
make a buck
Cause everybody is broke
Spent they last on a 40 and a nickel of dope
And it's hard to get a
Job when nobody's hiring
That's why old folks
elementary school yearbooks
Kinda sad if you think about it
When I die I want everything that I own
To be donated to my old folks home
For young people
Cuz
back home, pretend they never knew the guy
Some girls drink a bottle of wine
Got an old ex to text, to get them through the getting by
Sometimes it's
will get grey and old
So routes we took slow
We never rushed that snow
To blow just count that dough
And stay low
Once we get back home
Don't buy nothing
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days we sell it: smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their
on the hill.
The house on the hill was my home by day
As we quietly grew into teens
But the call to arms would send me away
And the long months dragged on into
Such is life
Gotta live it right
Roll dice
Many long years
Many sacrifices
All night thinking
It's always been hard
Blessed by the years
In my home
barely know my folks coz they were taken by AIDS
My grandma followed right after coz of old age
And I've been searching for my aunty since then
In this
Hold up! Everybody who's got love ones locked up in that system
Say man if ya people locked up
You need to stay down wit'cha folks! (Stay down wit'em
share a common home
And the spirit of one soul
So we can live our lives in peace as we grow old
I'd rather be a dreamer and a searcher of the soul
by Ms. Dot 'partment
Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx shoot we down to the spot
Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot
Them folk say they
of the elections at home
"Oh somebody phone home!
The American people have spoken!"
Now is that certain?
Maybe those nice Midwestern folks were just jokin'
In
patriots
Who would've thought those who love the country the most
Would be hated on by folks who call America home?
Both political parties are equally
like nine P.M.
Phone tell me Imma get there around five 'till ten
I turn the music up and just continue traveling
So thirty minutes go by, I pull up
home's where my soul and my heart is at
Yeah, and I'm just speaking facts
I did a show where the Cowboys and Mavericks at
But for now, I'm in my whip by
Longtime ago when I was young
I bought a guitar, in the little shop in town
Then I went home and practiced every day
And not before too long I
Borneo
I was so bored with my old life
I was so bored with decent odds
My new roommate left her debit card
Some sort of test for me. It's too hard
homies had they books
By the time they 15
I ain't really had no options
Had to go out and get it
Momdukes wasn't home cause work Was all she was living
eager, go re-up, get cheese on the old school beeper,
No two-ways, no feds, only way a nigga get head get bread,
Stay low-pro, no po-po, no hoes in
speaking of moms they were all at home
Taking care of the kids and the house
They didn't think they were better than men
It sure ain't like that now
It's
and telling folks I'm alright
Hoping they won't take the time to look me in my eyes
'Cause if they do then they'd see behind my lies
I'm unstable and triggered
our lives
Nationwide hunt for 10-year-old Bonnie and Clyde
Wide-open in the eyes smoking too much crack
Age ain’t nothin but a digit, gonna get a visit
are what you know
The highs and the lows
Supply by boatload
Hope for the folks
Loves like a home
I'll open the door
Stranger, friend, foe
Soul
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