At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton
Your so cheap i cant find you on ebay or amazon
I just cant under stand it
The dead society of a poet
At the end you cant find the shoes that i fill
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,
Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes
I wonder if we'll ever find world peace!
You gotta breathe and be at ease
When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
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