drilled in the bed, like my thoughts walking on this thin ass thread.
i wish i knew the mood i was in was fair
or would i even dare?
or should i even care, maybe its nothing at all
should i just fly away or curl up in a ball
i would love to be the fly on the wall of where she sleeps
then maybe i will have better answers for my life since its kinda hard looking past all these green trees
which leaves me to not give a fuck, the feelings strucks and ducked , oh i how i crave those nostalgic nights
orange old school lamps lighting damping the brown, the love of melanin flows beautiful colors of the windmill in my eyes, flashing lights and my big ass lil bow wow bike
till the days i said "fuck you" to the white girls in pig tails, telling philosophical tails of incarcerations is more then putting "criminals" in "jails" but rather a business to make profit, just like those fuck ass motherfuckeers in the stock markets, they stack bread behind the the 13th amendment, slavery aint dead, but lets just not go there
i preach to the mayor while politicking with the priest
flexing and perplexing in the highland park streets
overcoat dark blue
missing my grandmother's sweet southern stew
who knew the credit would be due this time around, this shit is all new
edgey lyrics for your blunts.
razor sharp mind that's bringing hip hop future back future then the 99's and the 2000s
pounds of that cake wrapped up that grape
all cause a negua wants an escape
from reality for once, the figures that he wished he was able to stunt
on and on she rambles but she aint badu
get the fucking clue that i aint fucking with you
cause i have me a strong black queen as my boo
made my pride subdue
sticking stickers to the super glue
paper or plastic
all that said was that the black kids are fantastic/.
2:51 - 100% juice
