The mark of my pen, where should I begin Well I am the ink and the ink is running thin There's a weight on my chest, not atop but within Begging me each
drummer Tracy, I'll be yours forever 'Cause I never wanna be Without love Tracy, never set me free No, I ain't lyin' Never set me free, Tracy,
just pry everyday Lord I'm asking Freedom, freedom, freedom, free It's just that slightest That slightest touch of life When you want to reach out And you want to be free
the story goes on La la la la- So so so - The poet's got a proposal He would always hope but never know What it feels to be free He would be the frozen
a jail cell Waiting for commissary waiting on mail call Man I can't wait till I get free cause I'm a ball Put it in they face free my partner Grace What
a chair (Repeat 3 times) Tricky: (next message) Stress for free (?) They wanna stretch to see They wanna see the dark They wanna leave a mark
Aww yeah, uhh, uhh Holla if ya hear me, yeah! [Verse One] Here we go, turn it up, let's start From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks
) [Verse 1] They got a nigga, shedding tears Reminiscing on my past fears Cause shit was hectic for me last year It appears that I've been marked
. Accelerate, mash, blast, then dash. Don't look now. How you like it, raw. Niggas ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender. Death is for a son to stay free
Ah yeah... Uhh Uhh Hollar if Ya Hear me Yeah... Here we go Turn it up Let's start From block ta block We're snatchin' hearts And jackin' marks And
set me straight cause eating your peace of mind just cant wait I sent a telegram marked urgent, urgent I hope it gets to my door, my big, big door I'm going free
grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords You will, die by the gun if you aint droppin ya sword I got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking
'm bound to slay) [Verse One] Yo, yo, yo a crackhead leaves skilled ????? for dead Dumb cats think I pack lead from the bloodshed Words spread, and vocals (?) intent Patriarch making marks
fools be gettin crossed victims of 40-ness man all that drama you come with I swear you on some shit Whether it's morphine or cocaine Doja or doggfood they had these marks
I guess now it's time for me to give up I feel it's time Got a picture of you beside me Got you're lipstick mark still on your coffee cup Got a fist
I guess now it's time for me to give up I feel it's time Got a picture of you beside me Got you're lipstick mark still on your coffe cup Got a fist