Can I make it through these fourteen years? Will my son remember my face? I don't blame her for the separation But for Christ's sake let him keep his name Your
They can't sleep yet, too many re-grets Got em running round in circles for the re-spect They need the gossip, but where's the logic? Voices in the box
be getting Grundy in the hood Knocking down your doorway, jacking all your goods Look into the barrel of my shotgun, watch yourself Fucking wit me, is just bad for your
fragments float up at stagnant seas Dirty work plus applicants with chatter box disease Iron bandit, give them the stars, the head balloons and rubies Asked for
sadness that keeps your ilusions locked in a little box Fright comes, you find yourself lonely in a cage of conclusions crowding your mind You sit back bowing your
terrors in rock (rock) On every block (block) Late for School, Late for Work But ahead of these cops (cops) My credit is shock, in the detinate box (box
work for them foes For a check that don't mean shit, more bills keep coming in But ain't no saving used to scrape up a buck for a box of Newports But
over twisted metal Shifty, the rebel, supernatural A mac with a pull act a fool Excalibur Destroying MC's with my vocal algebra We got somethin' new for you For you to take your
. I see her breathing, I'm pleading with Jesus, leave her lifeless, don't leave her like this, reach for the birthday balloon of nitrous. I'm trying to dial for
flesh Pulverized thoracic cavity Your rib-cage is snapped Rupturing internal organs Crushed in your diaphragm Your lungs are collapsed As your abdominal
older SISTERS. You can't hold your liquor. Stop drinkin. Cause you not thinkin. But watch you sober up when that shot's stingin. And the box stinkin murder for hire. Spread your
stand up nigga, stand sit for what (what) To discuss with the tough that enough is enough And it's on cos I'm callin your bluff And your dudes in the
do? For this micpiece du' I'm like a sniper, hyper off the Ginseng root PLO style, Buddha monks with the owls So who's the fuckin man? Meth-Tical On the chess box
want none Pop for the wild-wild, feel the buck, cook 'em up pow-pow Give it up for the Chi town, nigga watch out, get knocked out the box Roll with
(rock) On every block (block) Late for School, Late for Work But ahead of these cops (cops) My credit is shock, in the detonate box (box) Like,
I been gettin' paper for years An' program directors who fronted, they disappear An' grimy ass niggas get laced with car bombs For bein' over critical when Uncle get it on I'll burn your
you fuck with us, it' a must we bustin If you stand with us, nine times out of ten son He might get bucked Is we marked for death? maybe marked for life
no trouble in rock (Rock) On every block (Block) Late for school, late for work But ahead of these cops (Cops) My credit is shock in the detinate box (Box
