Woo.. I'm ahead, I'm a man I'm the first mammal to wear pants, yeah I'm at peace, with my lust I can kill 'cause in God I trust yeah It's evolution
Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up Take it down to LA Find a place to call my own and try to fix up Start a brand new day The woman I'm thinking
I want to live, I want to give I've been a miner for a heart of gold It's these expressions I never give That keep me searching for a heart of gold and
Oh, Alabama The devil fools with the best laid plan Swing low Alabama You got the spare change You got to feel strange And now the moment is all that
Old man look at my life I'm a lot like you were Old man look at my life I'm a lot like you were Old man look at my life Twenty four and there's so much
Once there was this girl I knew She had all she could want But her unhappiness Preceded what she bought She says, "Everyone around here is wasting my
Clouds roll by Reeling is what they say Or is it just my way? Wind blows by low light Side tracked low light Can't see my tracks your scent way
Plaque on the wall says that no one's slept here It's rare to come upon a bridge that has not been around Or been stepped on Whatever the notions we
I'll paly Bacchus for the evening, pray, be seated, take your places Should my manna seem displeasing, offend your airs and graces, I've a list long as
I've met that point in my life, want came to need Burn these fields of corn that surround My harvest gone at the price of maturity But these remains
Everything around me shrinks and expands Memories compacted Fantasies extracted Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer This is just a reenactment
Nothin' to do in this lonely town Your daddy warned me, "Son, don't come around" Says I ain't good enough for you He don't know what I'm goin' through
Up north doo on, big ooh south side (Give my nigga love on a seven inch slide) Up north doo on, big ooh south side (Give my nigga love on a seven inch
Aiyo I'm just lottin' thru cuz I finished with that booty call Green Acres more, lot and Queens had it all Got the beat from my man Big Stan 50 Grand
Yo This joint right here Is dedicated To the infamous, late great Donald Goines Word life, C, R, U, Cru representaion Black Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy
Showdown, Armageddon Allah, yo, Akbar One to the chest, two to the back Three to the face with my gat, gat, gat Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard
Yo all I do is drop lethal, y'all know my people Verbally it's a massacre, I'm sharper then shanks up in Attica Choke them lethally till he suffocate
Niggas comin' XL on the exhale Crackin' Watson Avenue, dope on interval Hey, these really spray feds are watchin' Fiends comin' through beggin' I'm knock