The whole world is treating you wrong Pushing back 'cross the sand Find a light between the system But before we collide [Incomprehensible] All the world beyond the window
now The whole world is treating you wrong Pushing back 'cross the sand Find a light between the system But before we collide [?] All the world beyond the window
Reached in my pocket pulled my 44 Dove across the room peeped out the window Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto Out the back door like some damn track stars Broke
t see me on his tip toes only on TV I gotta take a quick pose let me stop I forgot this was a big show and being dope made you broke I aint piss poor
of sixteen and a crisp green football field I think of a girl, I never had When I think of you, Baton Rouge I think of a back seat in a car Windows are
two shells The other four homies on the scene with cocktails One nigga lookin' for popos and foes hell Someone lookin' through windows the door bells
crime just yet 'Cuz I got a daughter to feed And dollar 200 ain't enough to water the seed The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell An' hit
true, got much love for my nigga named Screw, that Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him, we broke em all down and
with a train set Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met You've got the attic window lookin' out on the cathedral And on a Sunday evening bells
My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life I'ma stick him out the window My buddy, my buddy I'll lay ya ass
the streets Moonlight and memory burning And in my hand your broken dream My watery eyes, I sing for you this lullaby Let the shadow fall from your window
so true got much love for my nigga named Screw the Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him he broke em all down and
I wish I was a kid again, Running with my friends and them, up and down the street Waiting on the bell to ring, riding on the school bus, drawing on the
broke his sticks on the links Of his own chain gang You oughta see this home that he own It's like a box of jewelry He's got his own church bell And
