to the graveyard I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal
got the jazz my man yo, who's got skills like Rahsaan Roland Kirk or conduct like William Fisher, go to work with the swisher up and John Coltrane up
thug life pouring belve on ya heart Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it Chop bricks take trips
be alone, you cannot comfort me like my poems THINK SO? You're a talk-show ho The grown up who showed up drunk with his own cup stoned as fuck Who can
kids to sit up and listen. i'm not saying we could save you. but we could put you in a place where you could save yrself. if you don't get born again
like a great dane 12 cylinders 50 grams of willing ya These rappers get away with pushing child Illingers Now it's hard feelings... I just put my ceiling up