, you played like a fuckin' piano Ridin' slow through Cali like I'm ridin' a camel Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels I feel like
gonna break up. So I started to think about all the things that I knew would remind him of me. And its kinda like a given one of all my friends ya know
Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
He said goodbye from the edge of the porch Like she'd been some casual friend He said, "You're better off without me I'm not what you need", like her
, and the manager gives me a smile. 'Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see. To forget about life for a while. And the piano sounds like
is kill theyself Blaow, suicide is a good [Incomprehensible] At your funeral for free I play the piano Rest in pieces, you niggaz shriek like breezes
Porter-r-r-r-r..." [Joell Ortiz] As long as I got my pen I don't need a friend We got ears that we each'll lend each other, my brother just hollered at me
the cold facts and lies New words for suspenders and young girls backsides Now I'm in America and running from you Like my grandfather before me walked
you're not around I never wonder where it's at it's never more than what we are as friends but if you come around and look at me like that and
Jim played piano in a band called Angry Witness Out to fight the system in the fall of '81 Like all his friends, he felt peace, could behead for the asking
channel, you played like a fuckin piano Ridin' slow through Cali like I'm ridin' a camel Millionaire motherfuckers with their brains in their flannels I feel like
Jane was a dancer, and Paul was a drummer Christine was a doctor to be Life stretched before us Like one endless summer And that brings us back to me
?) Down on B's is the place to give me the pace he said ma' man J.D. is on freebase the boy J.D. was a friend of mine 'til I caught him in my car tryin
I sold my piano, it couldn't come with me I locked up my bedroom and I walked out into the air Nothing I needed is left there behind me I walk out through
sense as a nursery rhyme And love is a piano, dropped from the four storied window And you were in the wrong place at the wrong time And I don't like
like a tumbleweed, In a wild west Texas wind, You're blowin' me away, again, You're lyin' with me in Atlanta, Such a beautiful life, You play me like a piano
Saturday, And the manager gives me a smile 'Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see To forget about life for awhile. And the piano sounds like
Yo, strap up the boots, I?m ready to shoot Load the ammo, Bone Soprano wit glocks and green camos I play rappers like they grand pianos, a general Call shots like