I declare, I don't care no more I'm burning up and out and growing bored In my smoked out boring room My hair is shagging in my eyes Dragging my feet
I sit alone in my bedroom Staring at the walls I've been up all darn night long My pulse is speeding, my love is yearning I hold my breath and close
Dear mother, can you hear me whinin' ? It's been three whole weeks since I, I have left your home This sudden fear has left me tremblin' 'Cause now it
When I was younger I thought that the world circled around me But in time I realized I was so wrong My immortal thoughts turned into just dreams of a
I sit around and watch the tube but nothing's on I change the channels for an hour or two Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit I'm sick of all the same old
Oh I heard you cryin' loud All the way across town You've been searching for that someone And it's me out on the prowl As you sit around feeling sorry
I'm on a mission, I made my decision To lead a path of self-destruction A slow progression, killing my complexion And it's rotting out my teeth I'm on
I'm not part of your elite, I'm just alright Class structures waving colors, bleeding from my throat Not subservient to you, I'm just alright Down classed
I don't know you, but I think I hate you You're the reason for my misery Strange how you've become my biggest enemy And I've never even seen your face
the concrete isle Ain't nothing green for like twenty miles And he ain't use to the sun and moon a hiding So he took his foot from out his mouth And
catching the day when the recipe calls for black and wrong ingredients, maybe too much herbs and spices, maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish southern greens
without the Bad-Ass Banksta (The little punk) Now he's gonna play on out (Like a mark) Had to put his fat foot in his mouth (Little bitch) Quick to
Benzes p-ssy n-ggas running they mouth but we aint flinching they names aint even mentioned I got dreams bigger then your whole team You n-ggas so broke but yet somehow you seem so green
need Benzes pussy niggas running they mouth but we ain't flinching they names ain't even mentioned I got dreams bigger than your whole team You niggas so broke but yet you seem so green
Eric Dolphy always hits me with the live stuff Bahamadia back the sounds with the love love T.J. and Lisa real peoples 89 and still In Fort Green on
'd been through hell With his hair in cornrows A mean mug grill Like a dog who's day is done He lit up the green stuff in his cigar And took hits one
[Project Pat] I been slanging on this green green that I done get cut by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz couldn't ball, down to none
catching the day when the recipe calls for black and Wrong ingredients maybe too much herbs and spices Maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish Southern greens
