Lyrics:
and the shit do kick, word
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town with a blunt in my hand
Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill
of the walls are ears, all the windows, eyes :
Everything else is foreign,
'Home' is my wordless chant :
Mmmmmaah!
Give it a chance!
I am surrounded by
At the top of his hill you got a dad who popped a lot of pills
Mans will get shot up for real but he's not one to steal
No respect, filled with
Chasing you like it's my faith, ain't call on no holy serpent
The ghost is live, shadow cast in the searchlight
Astigimatized my vision so like him I saw
without a home
Who lived within his songs
Alone, all alone
He'd sing I would rather hold up in a den of sin
Than lie there on a hill counting sheep
With
chat, let's begin another yarn
That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'
But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy
So what powers
implored...let your guard down..then its your choice..
Who am i in the face of the storms...is it a man is it a boy?..
Look at your strength dont look at your
at the station, rap that shit that you rap everyday"
Man, that shit sounds stupid then I hang up on his ass
Then called him back like "Fuck, let's do it"
I didn't
to the saddle of the lord of Weir
Who has his castle high upon a crag
A league away
upon the horse of air at once we rode
To where Weir's castle lifts like
gold in his hand
The castle is burning
In the enemy land
The king is
march home to the witch's castle
They will all need your help
I can hear them calling, calling out for you, father
For there is no one else that can
So she took his ass to court
That nigga learned his lesson put him on
Child support
A couple years went by
Chaka was living good
Manager
move
Tools I got take a nigga out his shoes
Tools I got leave a nigga on the news"
Unc' said, "Papi, you a bad man"
He went back to digging in the trash
he's at home
He always hears voices when he's all alone
His wife took the kids, the car and the crib
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib
New
mama had some faith to give
And they brought him to her and his mama named him Vance
He was sick a long time then
I used to sit by him
I'd rub his
The hunt is cast and ready
Still farther I journeyed through the hills and the valleys
Until upon the verge of despair I sat and rested
And there did
a magic weightless bicycle takes the pathway home's steepest hill
You call and say that you'll die next month but you actually never will
You'll just
holy, Lord you're worthy send the praise up
To the force, from the field
To the Lord, to His will
Act like ew, yet and still
Foot the bill, holy hill
Love
feel it man, the drums are too weak
I don't feel the snares
Coulda used a different type of sample
You're wack man, yeah..
Yo, that kid is wack,
tied - surely we won't survive but
Man we got have faith in the one who opens eyes shown on his throne in time cause he's
Sculpted a home for the holy
falls by
To make a man feel like a man you gotta show him you're a woman
[ guitar + steel ]
When he comes home from a hard day's work he's probably tired
went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity like, how much you cherish me?
Is this relationship a fake, or real
Nevertheless! Powerslave tour! Hmmmm. By the way,
Running Free... the photograph on the front of this single was by a man none other than Ross Halfing. He
and kept a stack on him
Pulled over one night and his man stashed cracks on him
See he was wanted and his fam started flipping on him
His mind was haunted
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