So I said, what's there?
A tongue twisted in flavor,
sweet creature,
please call me the ground
savior,
pockets of chaos in the hood,
which behavior,
oh, colors up both faking as my neighbor.
I watch my gems bags heavier than bricks.
You got dreams deep in the mix.
Don't feel a pulse.
No liquid literature is tough and hustlers.
Find that *.
A quick flip.
Call me the playground prophet speaking wisdom from
the margin bars hot erupting like a first mountain
margin street summons drop echoed through the bars man.
Lyrics windstone gospel of the heart.
Man, lift off lights kids scuffle in the dirt.
Dallas speak truth while the system in the hurt.
Skip the shortcuts,
mail,
pull out in the hard work.
Rise, fall, rise again, hit a word smirk.
Black with them folks act like a covert voices of the voiceless.
We Bobby against the overt burn them with the poetry.
Subconscious pervert levels in the
alley underground convert playground.
Call me to play.
Call me to play.
Call me to play.
Ground practice speaking with from the margin
bars hot erupting like a first mountain margin
street summons drop echoed through the bars man.
Lyrics windstone gospel of the heartland.
On the railroad.
Call me a playground prophet speaking wisdom from the
margin bars hot erupting like a first mountain margin
street summons drop echoed through the bars man.
Lyrics windstone gospel of the heartland.