Blanket it with roses and sick tears Oooh, I was bed Before she spread lilacs on the sheets Oooh, when I was bed When I was bed
Heaven don't want me, because I keep slippin' Even though I got two clips, I still preach Motherfuckers around had to be Christians And I got a problem I suppose, but I know I
to some bullshit spittin' I was probably just tryin to shake the lice Bugs fallin' out of my head I'm wishin' I was dead While I'm crawlin out of my bed
More money more cash more chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song Bed-Stuy Brooknon
I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them I Jack, I Rob, I sin Awww man, I'm Jackie Robinson Except when I run base, I dodge the pen Lucky me, lucky we, they didn
tit And when I woke up in my hospital bed And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead Never knew there were worse things than dying For no more I'll
And when I woke up in my hospital bed And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead Never knew there were worse things than dying For no more I'll go
mortal view of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you searchin for the oracle A mission impossible, purely philosophical But you call him on your death bed when
in the bed, can barely sit up Those were your last breaths, I was mistaking for hiccups Y'all don't get the picture, when your medicine is liquor I'm
chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song Bed Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit, I
now, tomorrow's my promise Yo, yo, I never had fights in rings I just had fights for rings, ice and bling I done spent nights in bings now I realized Christ
deserved [Chorus] Late show Indian or Mexican dies Klan propaganda legitimized Hypocrite coward never fought a real fight When I see John I'm ashamed to be white Death bed Christian
the neck of a bottle Every day is a death ride when I hold the throttle To the drowning I am water For your calm I am the storm I'm the fiend who's
head to some bullshit spittin' I was probably just tryin' to shake the lice Bugs fallin' out of my head I'm wishin' I was dead While I'm crawlin' out
numbness reigns You've calculated your demise Your future racked with pain I'll take the life behind your eyes There was a time when death was distant
death. Because certain people, said I'm a radical I'm a wild man, I got a gun under every arm, if you say anything I'll shoot you. If the people find
the mortal view of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you searchin' for the oracle A mission impossible, purely philosophical But you call Him on your death bed when