Lyrics:
the
Sorcera spell
I can see your overwhelmed by my flank manoeuvres
cttack from the bank with my tanks and rugers.
I know I don't mean real ones
Just verbal
It's our paradise
Driving down Young Avenue
I need you in my life
The world got dark and I fell apart
Brought back home and went back to the start
Built
(When I first heard, Criminal Minded
(I was in, man, where was I? Seventh grade)
(Battlin' this other emcee) (smokin' a blunt)
(And drinkin' a 40
deliverance
Analysist and lycrisist take refudge and just listen in
(Donald)
Death by own admission ain't accountable for those who listen
Or those who can
stay aware cause I'm in another time frame[00:26.67]Don't get your head broke[00:27.94]It's Ware County so beware of the death notes[00:30.67]That are
Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Staring at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hands
And laughin' (ha ha ha)
Thinkin'
can come outside if you want
It's colder when you outside in the dark
When I was like four or five the fam moved to the pink and whites
Always had twin
of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
Like, round one, round two, 'round three
I told you not
on that avenue
Spend years on that avenue
shed tears for the avenue
To get back on the bus
The dark clouds cover us
Ain't no getting out for some of us
We
Every night I sit here by my window (Window)
Staring at the lonely avenue (Avenue)
Watching lovers holding hands and laughing (Ha ha ha)
Thinking
my shoulder
We'll meet again some day
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
my shoulder
We'll meet again some day
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I
Shit get real, in a second
Dark nights, gunfights, shit and piss on the subway
He can lose his life in a eerie minute of one day
Live my whole
feel like a post card,
I wish you were here
Subway through the dark, tearing through the park
Taxi down the street, the avenue's at my feet
Don't matter
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
Pirus.
L.A., Denver Lanes; there's more in Pasadena.
Avenues, Blood Stone, Inglewood family.
The Pueblos, Blood Stone Villians, Black P. Stone,
Circle
Because you lack the inner, every sinner
Will end up in the everlastin' winter of hellfire
Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out
You cry out
Every night I sit here by my window (window)
Staring at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hands
And laughin' (laughin')
in my shadow of dark, ark, who goes there?
Power-you smells like carp, don't put your nose there
Drop you to a tank of sharks, your wound's bleeding
a crack dealer
The ones who raised me were protected by a crack dealer
In front my granny face when he got smacked zilla
Ever since I could remember I been
If the sun goes dark and the skies turn grey
All we have is today all we have is today
If the stars fall from the sky please don't cry
It'll be ok
malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his
on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son,
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