I'm going down low Where your sleep meets your mental Two tries at killing me They couldn't do it I ran down the road With no shoes and no jacket Here
, I jumped up before the sun peeped in And hoped to catch a santa claus creepin' down my hall Ran to the window, put my eyes to the sky To see if I could
me (visit meeee) They know I'm working with something so they be trying to holla (trying to holla) They nigga just make them moan they hit me when they
Down along the railroad track, I ran into my old friend Jack, He was dressed in his Sunday best, But his face was red and his eyes were dead, He said
Go in there, she... ... what's happening? In the morning, I'm... Half the bottle cause she's probably a woman. Drunk up, feel better in the morning, Drank up, ran
muthafuckin' bullies in my class That's always fuckin with me, but this shit's has to stop The next morning I snuck And I stuck my father's nine in my
83 Cadallac Coupe Caville If my tapes and my cd's just don't sell I bet my Cavy will Well it was just sundown in a small white town They call it eastside
the '83 cadilaac coupe deville If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will [AFROMAN] Well it was just sundown in a small white town They
Cadillac Coup de Ville. If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will. Well it was just sundown in a small white town. They call it Eastside
Down along the railroad track I ran into my old friend Jack He was dressed in his Sunday best but his face was mad and his eyes was a daze He said `I
ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties Sacred, numb, and boundless went to same proto called cookie Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my
heal my flaws hollin to the heavens hope he hear my calls Wana leave the game but I'm stuck and I'm trapped so I call on my nigga jack [Chorus:] Trying
our lives we risk How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest They handcuff me, they knew my government
leakin 'Who is this on my mind?' I was thinkin Then I realised it was my dun playin 911 Once I seen the numbers I ran for the fuckin guns My dun in trouble
up, I jumped up before the sun peeped in And hoped to catch a Santa Claus creepin' down my hall Ran to the window, put my eyes to the sky To see if I
Spill my blood Chorus 1 x1 Have they come to spill my blood Have they come to sentence me Will i leave here with my life my lord If the law man capture
my mother fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my mother fucking This is my mother fucking this is my fucking house This is my mother fucking this is my