Disunified nations, dancing to one song Army in the street, giving the right beat No books just TV, no one who seems to see And everybody loks gray,
change Disunified nations, dancing to one song Army in the street, giving the right beat No books just TV, no one who seems to see And everybody loks gray
it if it fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot
If money's the root to evil then fuck it, I'm an evil bastard You know that diesel acid when it reach the masses I swear to God, it'll burn, turn these
TT But I know who has a fondness in his bitch Rubber gloves, black hat, gray glock I'm listenin' to the rhymes J. Glock on my block I'm like Bumblebee, firin' in his head
you I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be I'm a raw flow 'cause it never get rusty I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me Bust somebody head
it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot
bats And drankin' is a most do if you drankin' the I got you I got some orange juice and gray goose so pour you a cup Till your head to the back and
Come together men of wood Burning sunsets where you stood Like three hats lying in the snow There's nowhere left for you to go Light escaping through
diary entry's end Where I wrote You make me happy, oh when skies are gray You make me happy, oh when skies are gray And gray, and gray Well the clock
if it fit ya Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big picture If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot
We were hard headed, they all said it From my parents to our teachers and even preachers couldn't reach us I say my prayers, I gave my momma gray hairs
Well he can't be more than seventy She's not a day over sixty-five But they'd returned to a plane in forty-three And their fire's still burning bright
As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that
had to go Because you saw the red shadows You can close your eyes it won't go away You know the end is here today Say goodbye, turn your head The time
ever as it seems A mother waves her girl goodbye Then slowly hangs her head and cries Hollywood hills and the big city lights Outside her window they burn
