Everything has diapers on and smells like It's time for a change Or for some holes in the flag My whole perspective relies solely on questions That can
as I keep smudging off into the background And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see who hears me, narrating their lives
m half a novel, half a brothel, half a one-man army MC's don't want beef, they wnna shake my hand Then make a diss song about me Idiots live to outdo
i hope you like my stupid painting it won't be here next time, you'll burn it i'm no matisse and never said i could paint the way things are going..i
has diapers on and smells like It's time for a change Or for some holes in the flag My whole perspective relies solely on questions That can't have answers
a good portion of devotion on sale to the stale-skinned, rummage-happy everyday troop. got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers watching.
i. it's a slow fever, the sweat rises and recedes, as the weeks sprinkle onto sidewalks from the shredded calander balconies of new year's. i've been
bravery like the rented camaraderie in the human lottery. whatever year it is, i'm still sick. can't hate the sky for being gray or the bad poem that we live
I keep smudging off into the background And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see who hears me, narrating their lives
Perpetrating and faking, even the got damn preacher man Gangstas harmonizing like my nigga Mo B Prime Suspects, 3rd ward soldiers Living raw better have my boulders Shooting dog water
??m reeling the anchor. Smoke up an acre of grass, Wake up in Jamaica. Couple nautical knots, I call my Cubanos to cop, Puerto Rico for women, Hit Barbados to shop. Living
Or selling my soul to Satan, six figure record deal protection's my religious denomination, B.C. I be the coming like when Mary's water broke So let
make your money) Texas Florida Georgia, Louisiana California [E.S.G.:] Some of these hustlers, move bricks for chips From weed to water whip, egg soles
(feat. Slug, Sole) [Slug:] Sometimes I wonder if you'll ever shut the hell up But you don't quit, and you just don't stop Sometimes Iwanna hop on the
life left And controvorsory sells But it aint like death So pop him in his head till his brain start to fizz on him I aint sell ma sole to the devil
my nigga rides, still live, peace [out the laws] I know it's hard trapped inside, and can't watch the stars You made it this far, and still here Live
and let the sparks fly Let the children have reason to laugh Instead of needing to craft ways and passages to see their last days [Sole:] As far as me and water
