It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair
When they open the box and inhale the pale air.
No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share
On the lines of a wire right in the nice air
A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air
A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there
Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,
And got her room number, you can find me there
No medal here, i'm well aware
Then why the fuck am i yellin at air
She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.
Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there
Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere
Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.
... materialize her love for one who doesn't care
Spinning like my many rims through the air,
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