Lyrics:
know, yeah
Yeah I had locked my heart
I was imprisoned by dark (I was imprisoned by dark)
You found me dressed in black
Hiding way up at the back
Michael's a faggot, a pedophile pervert
He'll get murdered in jail where
A shank is inserted
The blood squirts out his nervous system
He's dressed like his
The fortress
The walls that we build up around ourselves
The locks the keys the cries for help reminiscent of a time when your words weren't felt
really go outside
I don't do the things that I like 'cause I can't win no more
Life changes by seasons, this is my season, yeah
Winner gets everything,
eyes so no one can tell
Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell
I inhale a gray smoke full of tram
Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD
should be locked inside a looney bin stuck
Throw the key into the deepest sea
And just leave me the hell alone if you have any decency
Just bring me sativa
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
black man God gave the gift you could get the message.
If you win once it's impressive if you win twice you invested
Been through a hell of a year
Been
One step closer to wherever the beat leads
I’m going out my mind
Burning all of my CDs
This world ain’t the world that I used to know
I can’t keep up
white snow
So I'm stuck froze like Flick on a
Light pole, 32 below, motherfuckin' ice age
Ho
Wooly mammoth ivory is the keys on my piano
Piano, ammo,
The world is bland
Since it's losing all its colors
The world's been bland
Since I lost my homie Sandra
Colgates on edge cause of my black face
the one, you can tell by the mug (that what)
Huh? I'm mean, not nice
Mean ass bitch, give a fuck if you like me
I'll beat a bitch black and blue, make
back the hell up
(I'm Hot) Dj'd know what time it is
Kid Capri, Flex, S, Clue or Biz
It is off the lid, spot's type crazy
Cats up in here got more
Now Ludacris out the gate and
Damn it it's hunting season
When you shot remember everything
Happens for a reason
And you never hit it right: that's
Why
The black experience is heavy. Period
From the inception and felony burglary
The African mother who would ultimately be forced to morph into this
Gold plated, Chrome plated, black painted copper
Stay with heavy metals, but I am not a punk rocker
I'm God's son (he God's son), I'm God's son (he
The Game
And speaking of The Game, he'll be stopping by the studio later on
But right about now, I'ma hit you off with another slapper off The Documentary
by snake eyes as the playa hate rise
New York state side to the West side
Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here
To Palestine watch Sunz
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
teethin' or somethin'
Sound like it could be Drip Season or somethin'
Ain't no comparin' 'cause we number one
In black and white Chanel, I look like a nun
pam the shortie
She said dinner by 12 came around by three
We both don't give a fuck, only Givenchy
All black Saint Laurent suit am trynna keep it low
for my burial
Now when you visit this loner for his funeral
Bring mixtapes, old CDs of Shakur and Hov
He don't need your company, he need a record
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
of condemn
I'm this jungle we call the town in the city of sin
Where niggahs start packing 9's by the time they run 10
And by the time they 18 they locked up
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