If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son
Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision
If you come to me in peace
I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze
Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled
Father i come to you again for i have sinned
Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh
Come there, if i don't even love you
Come there, if i wasn't in your bedroom
And her smile lit up the room
If you're dealin' with hardware i feel bad for you, son
Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one
Come there, if you were in a gown.
Oh no we got to slow the city down
The race war, when it's us against all of them
I heard if you built it then they would come,
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