and 12th Street I wear a swinging mini dress that I made for myself From mama's kitchen curtains and old bed sheets I've got seventeen pages of top value
went about it all wrong We put you on the life, taught you how to drink right And how to speak like anigga livin street life How to chasee down liquor
't really give a shit less Seasons change and people stay the same Each year the whore's hike their skirts up a bit more We're all just numbers on a cartoon calendar page
everywhere is war! The streets guard me, The Godly, singin' freedom songs like Bob Marley, Watch me, on the trains yellin' street news, sellin' street
the ground From underneath my feet Silent town Ghosts this empty street I see the home that once was mine Now just bones of former life Touch this page
gettin' it we learn from the past Puffin' on this ounce of weed, I got this drink in my glass Conversatin' with myself, what does my future hold? Niggaz
What can one man do See the pages as they turn Never will the children learn Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron Never will the pages turn The
know the streets too well so I pack tools I lost a lot of loved ones to these streets And lost a lot of loved ones over beef That goes to show these streets
to the air waves, hit the deck Pressed for time in a world lacking sunshine Got love for my family 'cause they mine See niggaz dying in the streets over
's when you see the truth When the pain that you've inflicted Comes back on your door for roost (Back on your door for roost) That's when you'll see the future (Future
he looked down to see the lake He found a secret key The little king he couldn't wait And he rode off nervously In a stolen car on busy streets He spun
! Reformation Devastation Of a nation Deprival of the crown Burning pages Of the ages. Our stage is The future starting now. See the soldiers march through the empty streets
was front page news It's too late, tough break read your epitaph Fallen hero How many others Fallen hero Come and see now Fallen hero All you got was front page
and 12th Street I wear a swingin' mini-dress That I made for myself From Mama's kitchen curtains And old bed sheets I've got 17 pages Of Top Value stamps
you, aged just 2 Sneaking a good ol? peep At certain half-deserted streets The fluttering retreats Of your ma?s meat Venetians As she bent over the bath Your future
You're the reason I stand in the rain and get my clothes wet Oh it's just another taste from the bottle Oh it's Bliss N Eso's page from the novel [Verse
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