. Well it turns out. I had yet to start. Cause I'm awake and dreaming. Usually I'm dead and sleeping. 6. Gannon The coldest winter months. You will
(plates 7-10) In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads
is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper 24/7, 365,366 in a leap year I don't know
do it all over again. I've spent 21 years Replacing my old fears for new ones. I've asked why, how, and where? More times than I care to remember. I've got 7
2 years came and went baby sister on the way we can even pay the rent no hot water I reminse tears running down my face as I hold my daughter you spend years
Last night I hoped and wished I'd die in my sleep but no catharsis was granted to me Will this pain ever pass? The enchanting perfume of winter and
15 years of precious time behind us 7 years before our child is gone Everything precariously balanced The slightest press can turn it upside down And
done Talk about button-button up for the winter You don't know why I eat a wing dinner I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7] Fuckin' boys
scripture, hustled up from nothing to richer, me and my niggas apply the pressure like boa constrictors, we not gon switch up, bubbling like coats in the winter
I'm dying I'm crying over it Maybe you feel it to, oh baby I'm blue A barren winter came over and your mood was like a fire 7 years and a summer, and
7 What's religion nigga? I am Legend I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition I created O.F. cause I feel we're more talented Than 40 year
your block If you leave me you're out of your mind My baby is a 10 We dressing through the 9 He pick me up with 8 Make me feel so lucky 7 He kiss me
Summoned by the elders on my 7th winter The greatness I had been born, so it was told They knew they were not wrong My task I would perform They told
[plates 7-10] In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads