when I see your face I am weakend I know that when your here girl I feel the love that I felt When I lived in your inside your arms I don't know where
better tighten up on your back stroke Trying to fuck around with Z-Ro in the game It's not all about running your mouth all the time It's all about stacking your
bout to blow! " Unless you a bitch, we don't care if you bout do that Move back, youngster, the glock on speak Chew up your vest and turn your chest
a drifter I exit through my state of greater elevation, unifying grains through the force of the imagination, you dig what I'm saying? But I see your
quarter of weed it's getting hot in here, baby leave on your clothes much more to living life than emulating them hoes I try to speak truth in the form
quarter of weed It's getting hot in here, baby leave on your clothes Much more to living life than emulating them hoes I try to speak truth in the form
be God I must, I must be God I touched your lips but now I just paint Surface reflection all I desired babe I am melancholy, flower cutting through
Assata. We share the same Blood, Assata, yeah. Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful... May God bless your Soul. Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful... May God bless your
given it's another one you have to take Then your electricity and and your energy's released Born into another soul after your physical's deceased May
a cake rock Gimme the key, run up in your spot Like you on your belly, gimme the key What is it gon' be, what it's gon' see? When your blutter don't
your trust, I wouldn't of broken it, I shoulda helped you out, back in 97', Shit I wouldn't of let u go I woulda made your life heaven I woulda hushed
and million dollar pillow, when all it takes is simple Raise up the cage Make her escape And tomorrow she's singing through your window CHORUS
the skeletons to meet up Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains But if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames No introduction doesn't speak
fetal position He crafted a path to escape his condition Would cling to the white walls the psych halls In his mind soon bled the words he would speak
pessimism, now Is he is, or is he ain't The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers Yes he is, oh, yes indeed So distinguished
