Whether we dribble out this mothaf**ka,
rap metaphors, & riddle out this mothaf**ka,
work 2nd floors, hospital out this maf**ka,
Some How we gotta get up out this mothaf**ka.
Some Day the cops kill a maf**ka,
I don't always wanna be this drug dealin' maf**ka d**n.....
wish I could take us all
on this magic carpet ride through the sky, I....
used to play the hall up 5th floor
me & my boys we all poor gettin' high, I....
see the worse at a worse
I deserve every blessin', I received I'm from the dirt, I.....
planted my seed on unfertile land
Myrtle Park Marcy, Flushing & Nostrand, and....
still I grew
Some How I knew dat the sun'll shine through, and...
touch my soul,
take hold of my hand,
look man a tree grows in Brooklyn.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
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