Lyrics:
building schools
For boys and girls the thought of home gets me out of my bed
I said you got them tools?
Get them shits up out of the shed, come
and this you know
But I only yearn enough for our food and clothes
But I love you and this baby until the day that I die"
She said, "We'll take care
'Til a sniper on a rooftop
Killed the poor guy
Before we knew it
We were under attack
By Dick Cheney
In his Halliburton jet pack
We ran for our
the unflushables
One swipe a clean wipe
(Go flush it, fellas)
And what causes all of this shit?
What is the source of food for thought?
Ego-munchies
Images
be changed
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
Forever be changed, forever be changed
Just watch where you're goin'
And this food
realmscape, all wards destroyed
Sentient! Denied autonomy no more. An appetite for free thought, a hunger for war
Sentient! I see their hatred remains
They seek
crazy)
I thought you muthafuckas knew
1-2, 1-2, every muthafucka hit the deck
Bushwick is back and I ain't what you expect
5th Ward, born to be
out, laid out
She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack
And I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame
Keep my dollars in my pockets 'cause
be young, feed some, fall down, and filled up, I'm gonna build up
Knowledge is food for thought so let's eat up
Whatever goes up, comes down, you
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
For Mr. Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness
And an occasional harassment by
the role, smashed the audition
Havin' a partner for a man in my position
Eliminates the cooks in the kitchen
Still I got a taste for that fast food
couple surrounded by family and friends
So wonderful and kind
It flies back to you giving dollars
To homeless men down in the Bowery
Not before they
tell by the smell of the hamburger stand in the rain
She spoke of astrology while muttering apologies
For coffee that tasted of hot dogs
I said,
Mad topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket?
People in the hood really ain't got shit
How much got spent by
Mrs. Blaileen - she was a sixth grade teacher
And she controlled the children
By using humiliation.
The target always seemed to be Donny.
He
Took a plunge into my past to share with my son
Bringing back sweet memories
Like thoughts out the back of my mind
Going back in some time
Like when
not much into health food, I am into champagne.
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape.
At a bar called O'Malley's,
not much into health food, I am into champagne
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon and cut through all this red tape
At a bar called O'Malley's
the corner
Around the corner
June 21st
Don't lose focus
Summer solstice
Around the corner
Around the corner
June 21st
No time for second thoughts
I know
I called him for days, he didn't answer the phone
I drove by his house, I knew he was home
A week's worth of papers and mail in the box
I
this weight it's gon' keep me to the floor
Travel with me through my deep thoughts
Y'all can't learn Jigga by the shit y'all be readin' in The Source
and the more you know
The less you know for sure
I thought you would know by now
I thought you would know
I thought you would know by now
I thought you would
Once upon a time, in the L.B.C.
On the Eastside, off of 2-1 Street
There lived a young man, Cinderfella's his name
To make it interesting it's me,
can't wait 'till I die
And leave blood on the curtain
Fatal thoughts of death, suicide is certain
I kill for a quarter, lyrics deep as the water
Peace
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