it By those who cana??t make petals fly in the air By those who are neither wizard nor witch And cana??t understand the sounds And with the night
in the field till you get your back burned Workin' `neath the wheels till you get your facts learned Baby I got my facts learned real good right now You
You grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor You just stood there and held me, then you started dancin' slow And as I pulled you tighter I swore
page, and one pen One prayer - tell God forgive me for one sin Matter fact maybe more than one, look back at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them
means to eat) Big Tray D told me that, as a matter of fact You only tell me that you love me when you're flat on your back You wanna leave me now bitch
Star and Bun Cuz our pockets hold cash like Armour trucks And the arms is tucked, you better back it up Hold your nose, and your face and that be done
And she leaned right down next to me And she said "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU" And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth And force fed me
from the men You can knock all day Jehovah but you can't get in Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that And you can leave your fake fingernails
the men You can knock all day Jehova, but you can't get in Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that And you can leave your fake fingernails
soon Sip from the star, sun and the moon In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers ***** ** kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors If you really think you
And she leaned right down next to me And she said, "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" And then she tied me to the wall And stuck a funnel in my mouth And force fed
thugs all the way 'til the end, and again, and again, and again, and again, don't try to come between my, my . . . Krayzie: Friends, friends, friends
Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful... May God bless your Soul. Oooh. (Assata) Freedom! You askin me about freedom. Askin me about freedom? I'll be honest with you
No bitch rides shotgun, what? Taxi? Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up? Is that what you actually ask me? (smack) Bitch reaches over and smacks me And
the love that you gave me I believe in the faith that could save me I believe in the hope And I pray that some day It may raise me above these Badlands