Lyrics:
in my archives and all i see is
smoke so thick
still can't see the ashes
my throat got slit
when her fragments detonated
as drift smoke joined wind
killer a leave
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me di weed because New York a freeze
Police smell mi weed and a swarm me like bees
Yeah, yeah
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
Always talkin' bout
the spells that are casted
Together inside the dream
We are one in beauty
I will fight against the winds
I climb through the forests
By the power of the dream
Yeah, yeah
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
Always talkin' bout
on the fire escape
In a thrift store chair I drank cases of beer
And dreamed of laying down on the L tracks
The trains roared by under smoke-gray skies
Torn by the lustrous winds
Left in the throes of night
Breathing with faded glow
When the final flames burned out
The wind paved way for the smoke
I stood lookin at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask
feels like everytime I fucking do I get jinxed
Cupid must have put a curse on me, six weeks
Have went by, and we only spoke twice
I'm sitting in your
In Egyptian fields
Digging to be healed
Touched
The Rock twice
Fire by night
Hope hides
In the daylight
In the smoke
In my blithe conversion I can't
living in Limbo (Limbo)
Limbo (Limbo)
Blinded by fog
Going wherever the wind blows (Wind blows)
Wind blows (Wind blows)
Nobody knows what they're doin',
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it
Yo, in the housing,
his oxygen, Slim
It's not budgin' like cocksuckin' cinder blocks in the wind
Now I got my pot to piss in
Spot in that top position
Koppin' over
Fake roses on the mantle
Elvis postcards on the fridge
Ed lays softly by the ringer
Baby's sleeping in the crib
Old broken taped up tail light
blocks in the wind
Now I got my pot to p- in
Spot in that top position
Koppin' over the opposition
Lookin' like a dog that's p-
Leg up
appeared as amber in the mist
The Lord is a puff of smoke
That disappears when the winds blow
The Lord is my personal joke
My reflection in the window
through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime
I oughta, slip mo dick in your daughter, for starters
Leafs by Snoop, may I take your order?
Ayo, this one nigga that roll up that smoke
When I
yeah
You got me on fire, baby, I smell the smoke
Come on, grab me by the waist and love me real hard
Baby, looking at me crazy, take me to the bar
heart, how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight
While the huskiers, round in a ring
Howled out their woes to the homeless
the losses and the gains
Still sometimes I get caught up in the past I can't say why
All our lives are just a smudge of smoke
Or just a breath of wind
You're out of body, you're in control
Start up my ride, roll up that weed
You don't smoke so hand me a light
I don't drink and drive but I watch you takin'
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
The scent of smoke on desert wind
Beneath the Southern Cross
Far beyond where time begins
And generations lost
I could not be further from you now
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