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.. you'll get into it. oh, some more - look - it's almost like going to a, well, never mind. heh, heh, heh. I just want to remind you that you are
Michael's callin' me Rick, I have to go
If I get a word you'll definitely be the first to know
Well, on that night I felt really up tight
"Hello, Rick,
and pray
But we all end up the remains of the day
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (that's right)
Yeah yeah yeah
Well our girl is a beauty known for miles
Battling with pain on a day to Day
Silence all the lambs I just want To pray
I miss the mass choir singing Sundays
The hymn Amazing Grace would Take
This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son
I dedicate these words to you and all the other children
Affected by the mass incarceration in
in the well that can wish ya' boy well
Cells eaten by cancer got me lookin' for answers
Doctors say my daughter won't grow up to be a dancer
Just
to really survive
Whether it be track or blunt, ain't no need to front
Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga
We comin' mass, his
as I cry for a bit
Thinkin' of some bullshit to tell him, like
"It'll be okay. You'll be straight, it'll be aight"
Well, fuck that shit, whatever you
The choir practice in the empty hall
Is a sound that you know so well
Like something lost inside your overcoat
You find it later, by mistake
You lost it
the L.A.C
So later on we'll be rollin'
Drop tops, I'm hittin' yo' hot spots, I'm top notch
My niggas never listen but I told 'em
When I catch you
is lucky if we bust out this shit
And plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust
It's just as well, Hail
possible to be unhealthy
And vegan
But to each their own
Even on this journey of mine I see pure signs
To get ready get raw
Sip tea & stand tall
Wildenfree
our Christmas Day
We'll find some rest, be not distressed I pray
For we are blessed this sacred Christmas Day
Can you hear the sleigh bells
Can you
your tone
I want my family back together, I just pray it don't be long (yeah)
I just put together this letter and stuck it in a song (ayy)
The ones
mighty fine quail and one old scraggly hare
And on the way home he crossed the path of a great big grizzly bear
Well the bear got down lookin' ready
I can hear Chicago crying
Tears falling from her eyes Every day she witness some of her die
Gangbanging, block wars, claiming victims
Homelessness,
Decisions they are making cause a whipping cough
And might be perfectly described by Freud
I must admit I'm really so afraid of those
Who're jerking
how they crucified Christ on that tree.
But Satan, the snake himself, wasn't so at ease.
Well, he took his crooked finger,
And he dialed the phone by
to figure?
When you speak of that nigga, you don't understand
But fuck it, I flood this with these bands
Do a drive-by, fly-by leave him where here
did
I’m sorry for all that rashes
But I warned you from the start
You better be ready to depart
Cause I’ll tear this whole place apart
And I’m going all
open up the presents one by one
Knowing that you're present over us
It'll still feel just like Christmas
Just a little different
It ain't fair to be
preacher long to say bye
The preacher he run till he spotted a tree
He said "up in that tree's where I auta be"
By the time that bear made a grab for him
Could it be the last Sunday
Could it all end in one day
Keep your eyes open
Save your space in heaven
The virus spreads through the mass, now
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
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