on tiptoe through the archive ... we are dead But you are alive ... Martha yes and Roger too Until you let the gringos grind you down"
you crabby, obey all seasons Whatever issues you have Now speak them Anything you need Now you gotta come to me for it Squeeze you tight Forever you my
THE CHINESE POLICE WHERE THE DOGS ROLL BY? IS THIS WHERE THEY KEEP THE PHILOSTOPHERS NOW, WITH THE RUGS & THE DUST, WHERE THE BOOKS GO TO DIE? HOW
like a bounty break fast U.S., government issue american toast but unseen on america's most still on the horn with celebrity hosts, giving me levity boasts good heavens living legend you
t handle what he sees You're in too deep if you wanna look fly So you kill another nigga for his jeans Or if you're white and you don't like blacks So
Son they'll issue you a ticket right before they beat you I'm glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you Check the rearview, you'll see
mothas, Sons, friends, and homies. Killin' our own fam, Cursed to live lonely. [Chorus: x2] Yea... To my people where you at, All across the map. You
and I wont stop And if you stand in my way you bound to get popped In the land where you lay, invade from straight shots I demand that you pay and stray
that easy goin' smile. (It's where you live - 3x) Where you live. Bowl of cliche, tears on paper. Hope looks good upon your sleeve. (Where you live
to 3 bid yo We don't really need no, won't you let us live Misinformation straight from the board of education Percential government issue number 2 pencils
1) This is as close you gon' get to the streets without gettin shot [Chorus] In the streets Cock guns and bust yo' heat In the streets Where we live