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back to the bottle. I swore id never go back again
You can tell by the wobble, I put up these walls and they're cavin in

I'm an addict, falling back

My fedora's full of rain
I resemble Sam Spade
Even though I try in vain
This city can't be saved
Reminiscing of a Roosevelt
Policing the police
When

Here´s another bottom of this

Refrain:
Empty bottle where is the message
I used to have it somewhere and lost it
Back in the cage, man with the moustache

on and on
And the people had enough, cause knowledge is half the battle man 
Defund the police, black lives matter man
Cause that's the bottom line it come down to
Not just

Bitch, yeah, ha

Compton most wanted
Haunted by the ghost of the dead
Climbing out the casket
With a bullet in the head
All blue, all red, smothers

bullets and the police at the same time hold on , hold on


Will my mother forgive me for being wild as a child
By the age of 13 i was married to the street

in CA
To live and die in CA
Do you know what it takes
To live and die in CA
To live and die in CA
We pray everyday
To live and die in CA
To live

areas and times in our life
But my time as a young boy growing up with my family, reinforced by vast wealth
Indulgence, and excessive comfort
The Bakunawa

police in our hoods
Need some more niggas policing the hood
But not with a badge, I’m talking ‘bout Blacks that know us
Our traumas, our dramas, our mamas,

is different gas
When you paying 60 cash
And we do that by the oz we touching different bags
While you watching ya favorite show
You might hear this in

A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face

be dirtier than mud

I want to live like I'm insane
Give love another chance
Believe I won't end up in pain
Said I've been working on my chest
Pushing

chores or working hard for SAT scores so
I was sent as a letter in a bigger message 
Composed by babies that were brought across the North Atlantic
Dear

Scenes from an Italian Restaurant

Billy Joel

The Big Blue

1992

A bottle of whites, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face

Defiant of what they be thinking
The plot just got a thicker
Your message been bottled in liquor
Mind sharp focus swerve a lil quicker
Overtime bonus work

of September
I don't think you wanna catch my case
Man, if you do so much as test me
Then it's bound to get ugly
When police gettin up all in my face
So

didn't work. 
Lord knows. It rains; storm blows. Looks like 
orange groves tonight dozing off in these torn clothes. 

Messages in a bottle sent from

Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden,

to fail
Grew up in the hood polices will take you to jail
Get locked in the system no way to come up with the bail
Got caught trying to live your life, they

(You can keep this voice message
I don't even like sendin' y'all voice messages 'cause y'all do corny shit)
(Y'all like puttin' shit in music, bro)

I'm just a young nigga tryna live out a dream
Make life so lucid where a nigga can control everything
By any means, imma king
In the clouds while I

greed, violence and crime the global trifecta
I seen too many souls disposed in my sector
By the same laws controlling prenatal trimesters
Hypocritical

explain to me
How when walking on my way to the building of worship
I see the bones of a man with a bottle in a bad state
I feel a woman wiping tears

I've been starin' at the city, put me in tunnel vision
I can't even leave Atlanta till I run me up a million
Pour the shit up out the baby bottle