country of birth. As for each child grown tall. Another lies in the earth. And for every rail we laid in the loam. There's a thousand miles of the long journey home. . But as you ascend the ladder
Canibus. Yo, sittin on chrome, sittin on low pro 20 inch firestones. Grippin the road with the wickedest flow, 'Bis is a pro. I zigzag throughout sly loam. Accelerate and decelerate in and out
