shit ain't fly So now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by And when you hear this shit, it make the world say "DAMN! .. I wanna kill Sam." "Do the niggaz
but it don't matter Cause I'm sittin in history Learnin bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about me They try to shape us But I know Uncle Sam is a
it I'm raw like cowhide, smooth like a plane ride No half steppin, I always take a full stride Who came played and they say I'm concrete made I used
[Babatunde Olatunki] Please.. wake me when I am free I cannot bear activity Where my couch, I am told, "Hold no significance" I waited and died in ignorance
will float like concrete. Come and fill your lungs. Come and fill your lungs. There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete
Jenny I read something you said about Rock and roll and life and death, ah Jenny I read they carried you home Broken, beaten all alone Oh, Jenny, you
Okay baby I confess I am not well spoken I am not well dressed superstitious, not all that ambitious and my mood swings like the graveyard gate got a
I re-read silly lines that made sense at the time pages all stained with tears & red wine & I walk through the airport & read magazines so much younger
trialed Way I hid dough under the bathroom tile Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing Then things got frightening Peep the scene, sorta like Sam
, means to be trialled Way I hid dough under the bathroom towel Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing Then things got frightening Peep the scene, sorta like Sam
see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them legs Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic controller (Uncle Sam
ain't fly So now I'm settin' up, the ultimate drive-by And when you hear this shit It make the world say "Damn, I wanna kill Sam" Do the niggaz run
but it don't matter 'Cause I'm sittin' in history Learnin' 'bout a sucker who didn't give a fuck about me They try to shape us But I know Uncle Sam is
hot Dancing, talking shit, telling lies like a pimp Meanwhile underpaid, read like second grade Uncle Sam, sign you up, benefits and a gun Now tell
stand alone for all to see 'Cause they ain't never seen a war like me Son of Sam, son of Sam, son of Sam, son of Sam Son of Sam 'Cause they ain't never
two lesbians from Anchorage Alaska, a kind of healing feeling friendly Sam for a fortnight and a half a ham and cheese insinuating strenuous selfishness and culminating in concrete
I'm raw like cowhide, smooth like a plane ride No half steppin', I always take a full stride Who came played and they say I'm concrete made I used to
up my boots in fruity bits I ain't pretty so my fetish ain't knighthood 'Cause no one wears sequins in my neighborhood 'Cause my feet are firmly planted on the concrete
