Paroles:
Blood Root Mother The Door

?t choose we have done all we can do, Anymore towards the sympathetic chore Break on through find your way back to our room Create the door we?ve already

mad cause his record went wood No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood and said

old Whose earnings must last through the winter's cold By children who have stood with their backs bent down To scrape the roots from the grower's ground And mothers

heads on the block would call ill? Never catch me at the ball out spot with small bills Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways When I spit niggaz cough up blood

you Pecker wood mad cause his record went wood No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood

One cold winter of many tales, trails of blood left in frozen snow A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow I turned against god and everything

your seed letters Whose eyes are black eggs really Upon a long shore, upon a long shore Open your door, open your door ?Ask anyone?, he muttered, as

Peckerwood mad 'cause his record went wood No respect in the hood, led to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his blood

you Peckerwood mad cuz his record went wood No respect in the hood, led to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found a redneck in his blood