not slowing down. I'm passing through go in the game that you started. My easy intentions are mini-disasters. But through all of this, I clam up till
not all she will stay we will sit in fields of oranges and graves why do you cry there is no shame but I hang her in my heart still to this day but that
lick this Girl I'm a treat, everyday you can't get this I'm busy man, I be handling my business But we can get our freak on on some quick shit [Verse
flow) Gotta hustle hard all the real niggas know (know) If you need a hit just come see me Got beats by the pound, even by the OZ (OZ) Blank spitter If this
's scream and shout cause we want peace And we won't be, who said at least I dedicate this song to the common people Caught in the middle of this common
to make you feel some A lot of positive vibrations to build from 'Cause all I wanna do is lose some and win some Have a little of prosperity and then some
ll throw my love into the deep blue sea Sometimes I wonder Why you can't treat me right You do good all day And then you do wrong all night When you
up On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortunetelling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except
I'm smart but I think I can see When someone is pullin' the wool over me And if this war comes and death's all around Let me die on this land 'fore I
toe you won't lose Your favorite record that's all scratched and used But still you love to play when your feeling blue That faded rose that's all
down we run 'em in the street From the fire roads to the interstate Some guys they just give up living And start dying little by little, piece by piece Some
down we run `em in the street From the fire roads to the interstate Some guys they just give up living And start dying little by little piece by piece Some
you wanted some spice or just a thick slice of bonito Well there's a new airport in Japan, they couldn't fit on the mainland. It's all out and in the sea, Put together by
light up the FireFox This isn't AOL but I'm livin' A-OK Philosophize, think the Socrates and Plato way Never fade away, this the raw shit Blue print, Stanley couldn't draw this
, one day I'd step on stage and the ladies all scream like David Lee Roth Teenager in the '90's, things are changin all around me You can hate me if you
who came to this land with all his greed, killing the faith, the wood and the priests; the land where the stug still ran free, spoiled by hands about
a single part in this I swear I'm not all fucking right with this I'm not all fucking right with this and then I'm told by the snorting acquaintance
I guess we're in for heavy weather In the world today We're heading for some heavy weather Will we ever hear the message? Read the signs? Stop all this
