Lyrics:
Sad willow lost the will to
Weep And bow to dying
Swan Touching 90 Midnight Mid-July
Were crouching by the
Pond Taking shots at those unwary
Taking
Rolling over in the morning light
Thinking of you laying by my side
Keep forgetting I'm away from home
In another hotel on my own
Curse
with my numbers for some time
Some priest he got me clean
The V.A. fixed my face
I came home behind the counter
Started workin' at my uncle's place
It's the search for a church in the bottom of your purse
A spiritual home that you can take to the mall
You dig and you dig but you can only find
Pursuing the papes, you give me the loot in the safe
Hand on your throat, choke til you're blue in the face
Listen, welcome to the zoo, I'm the ape
They call me crazy (ooh, ooh)
But I wanna see what the sky looks like
From your view (uh oh, uh oh, whoa)
But I saw
Your face carved in clay
laughing in the park
No place to call home, no one even cares
There is always a dark family secret to hide
An old picture of the family queen
She
a Taxi cab confessing
We're having to much "Sex in the City"
With our prepaid cellular phones
We call apartment homes by the time
We're fourteen, yeah
we'll see
Yeah you may be the only one come on son
Bring your blade and your gun
And if I die by your hand
I've gotta home in glory land
Red
I was small I played the wall
The loner type, even as a little tike
While the other little kids were out at play
I was home wishing for a rainy day
I
truly, will screw you like a tour groupie
War duty, after I'mma call Suzy
Tall cutie, she'll do me like a porn movie
I burn thousand degrees, nothin'
and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home
fighters fly by. Things would be better if I was back at home with pepper burning pakalolo not even noticing the weather so far and so alone a million light
B.Y.T.
Slip pass security to be by me
And I might be slidin' that too, providin' I do
Invite your crew, and I'll invite mine too
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
what's next, your life is took, by
This young crookI had a ski mask on my face so ain't
No tellin' how I lookedI shook the scene and got a
CleanRobbed that
their girlfrields
Hahaha
[Haystak]
Ohh, I've been intertwined
On the grind since '89
Tryin to get my shit tight
No I had to come right
Wrote rhyme by
It hurts when I can't see your face
Or call you on the phone
It hurts me when I can't be sure
If you're coming home
It hurts me when we push
your ass to shreds
[Cool breeze]
Hey
Ya'll better look out coming to ya'll neighborhood soon
A lil east point vet and they call him
fuck it, bought a glock so I could take myself
Through all this soft shit a nigga face as a youngsta
Loc'ed ass niggas made that hillside a monster
You say he feels it
His face reveals it
My sweet trepidation
An eagerness of my own
A shiver slips through my bones
Can you see cobblestone
you
I go talk am as I see am
I no go use any sugar cover am
Call me your mallam
And I know you understand am
And I still go dey stress am
Say we no dey
SHUT IN MY FACE YOU'RE JUST TRYIN' TO BE A FRIEND BY TELLING ME THE TRUTH BUT WHAT I'M NEEDIN' MAN IS SOMETHING I CAN USE CHORUS DON'T TELL
replaced by an S
There ain't a broken home I don't represent
Still misunderstood
Still conflicted
How many times have I looked at the man in the mirror
they tapped my line cuz the crime that I do pays slangin Ps smugglin keys I gotta hustle if I want to keep on stackin them Gs
I got a call it’s about
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