. Escape from here. This is not the fear I fear. This is your voice and your sweet choice. Come back now with me. Come back now with me. So many voices
ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh I know your high on green, you messed Pass out all stressed up, I'm at the end of the world so catch up 'cause
stolen from me. I said, What is this? How did this thing that I love so much so easily and so quickly turn to something I loath and hate? And so now
of green field blue seas stars Your eyes arose like the spectres of flowers I turned out the light and clicked fast the door The book fell I had so many thoughts, so many
which a gold string was dangling You know, I gave the string a little pull Just to see what was on the other end Just then a voice came down to me and
on the green before me pale blue eyes and a terrible glory of one who sees the end of thing thru wars and workhouse she had traveled watched so many lives
I had to say I love you, It wouldn't come out 'cause I feared rejection, I didn't know if you would say it, so many complexions, And it was probably also
the soil (The soil, the soil) Yes, deep in the soil (The soil, the soil, the soil, the soil) So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang And all
so sloppy Plus far from crisp, so I leave you wit this Yo, to me it don't matter how dope you write or look MC's without a voice should write a book
my friends (revenge, revenge ...) You know who's back to bootleggin again But I got paper to spend, so that's gonna come to a end (woo! woo! ...) I'ma
my wrist look like a package of piss Looked like they pissed in a ice cube tray Put it in the freezer so by the next day They could put it on my wrist so
wak is he fake can he rap dont get hit by his badge your the klick hes tha klack im a dog your a cat im takin it makin it sound so great so listen to
hard endless, endless no reward, 5,000 I'm owed. Music, music I belong to music. Why are there so many shit people in music? Yeah this is about
be still Now the flowers in your garden They don't smell so sweet Maybe you've forgotten The heaven lying at your feet -Solo- There are so many
one day near December's end Two neighbors called on an old friend And they found his shop so meager and lean Made gay with thousand bows of green And
beast is gone forever, there's no more pain Instead so many things for us to attain The sun is shining brightly after the rain The land is green and
face So we drank up all the booze Sing the blues And yo we end up on the news Sing the blues We end up on the news Sing the blues We end up on the news
