What you thought? ??, lost homies in plenty battles Last two years shed plenty tears, and I'll send plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you soft
ain't no others, listen up brothers Just because I'm white don't mean that I'm another Sucker on the microphone frontin and fakin Not Mexican, Asian, black
Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit Dippin' on them bitches Get off dick You soft pricks I'm from New Orleans Homeless but don't forget The sun
The dance of the puppets The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournaments begun. The purple
Everything is black, No turning back. If I was your vampire, Certain as the moon, Instead of killing time, We'll have each other Until the sun. If
I took ya head off right I live in the Beast Nigga, where the feds, play sheist I still floss ice, keep it tight E-very time, call me the Black Liberace
monkey And with his dungarees and roller blades smoking filter tips Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged jet black Chevrolet He had the soft
time to take you out Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your head off Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft Lay on your wack crew, smoke
ghetto dream come true Paper plates on the Benz (Benz), ridin' so new On some 2011 shit, when I come through Black paint, black seats And the black
never seen the sun It only comes out when the moon is on the run And all the stars are gleaming It's growing in the street right up through the concrete But soft
pass my knife I'm takin' it there even if they give me the chair I'm blacked out in the gear, Huey new in the wear My fist stuck screamin' black power
for her to see the sun from the other side Time for her daughter to be by her mother's side Time for this Beautiful Woman to become soft again Time for
you've been, won't you, won't you come to me? Flashback, patches of grass growin' wild in fact Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked Memories
are best expressed Some things are best expressed by nature Like the song of the sun , song of the sun The song of the sun, song of the sun The song of the sun
thirst before the love of freedom We travel many beaches and leeches Black drums, kingdom comes slum better first day won No limitations, no hesitations, we stay sun
a charmed life, we going back in the years Imagining if my whole world what I been around the sun twenty-five times And I still find new ways to recognize
that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft pricks I'm from New Orleans, homeless but don't forget The sun
She wore faded jeans and soft black leather She had eyes so blue they looked like weather When she needed me I wasn't around That's the way it goes, it
