Yeah!
The streets are still hard
I still walk the yard...
My soul is still scared!
When darkness falls
Across my face
Sweat, hope and tears
Afore my face
It's times like this
That I can't erase
The thoughts of being
Whipped, chained
Hanged and maced
So I try to accept the high
To fill the base
With concepts and dreams
Of a different place!
But with all the lies in life
That I was taught
And all the good things
That I forgot
That the coke was in the abbot
Fight the pussy like a savage
Get an on-tight grip on all
My bad habits
Sometimes I feign to the fiend
Sometimes I laugh at it
Get beans on the crotch
And take a stab at it;
The streets are still hard
I still walk the yard...
My soul is still scared!
When darkness falls
Across my face
Sweat, hope and tears
Afore my face
It's times like this
That I can't erase
The thoughts of being
Whipped, chained
Hanged and maced
So I try to accept the high
To fill the base
With concepts and dreams
Of a different place!
But with all the lies in life
That I was taught
And all the good things
That I forgot
That the coke was in the abbot
Fight the pussy like a savage
Get an on-tight grip on all
My bad habits
Sometimes I feign to the fiend
Sometimes I laugh at it
Get beans on the crotch
And take a stab at it;
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