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a little journey come before me to the pressents of thugs
i used to love it when they called me for a shipment of drugs
i was a bad ass muthafucker, thinkin life was cool
a little party and i thought i was the shit of the school
i never quite, chasin shorties to the corner at night
smack the top of the forty, while we was learning to fight
by the minute we was watching what the bigger had seen
livin a nightmare homie to accomplish there dreams
it seemed, fun at the moment, dumb, we still on it
the streets kept calling, and kids kept ballin
i turned from a litlle pussy shit from the burbs
to smokin blunts at the corners, of hoods, heat to the words
yeah, word to the prophat, cuz i knew that id blow
i figured a year, tillt he first damn show, NO
07, as the ablum returns, against fools
watch it drop muthafucker, follow prophecy rules
the past is gleaming, riding the feelings
still remaining singing, la la la la la
burnin the cieling, lauging dealing
still remain singing
the next phase of the plan, theres a haze of a man
thinkin man, if i lob it will it land
in the land of the free, where hypocriciy dense
i feel the racism on both damn sides of the fence
im pushin tapes, cds, links, and drinks
thinkin chingy didnt stand on no streets
shit, for the minimum im killin em, im mentally deranged
a little cinnemin, im fillin em wit little desdain
a damn fool, as a youngin, a youngin unitil im through
i got some time, but it doesnt seem as cool
to say the truth...i wouldnt take it back if i could
cuz i wont get a second childhood
im thinkin damn will i find em, through the eyes of the mayan
2012, is the age of difiance
we live it good till the signs or the science says to stop
fuck a drop, the weathers gettin hot hot
the past is gleaming, riding the feelings
still remaining singing, la la la la la
burnin the cieling, lauging dealing
still remain singing
its getting harder, listen my brother, i grow tired
iv expired, the beggings of my inner most mind
god damn it, you can have it, what you want with this weight
what i did when i was younger couldnt wait
i couldnt break, catch me ridin till the break of dawn
the games on, im waitin for the stakes to run, the same song
pain swallows, when we creep, the rain follows
doge hollows, making dollars, the fame called us
and now i blossom from a boy to a man, i got talla
i got smarter, fuck mcdonalds, its benhanas
pigs on us, to commen man we con arists
dont me modest, we reconess to the hardest
and as we march to the drum of a dead mans song
hit the bong, watch this little junior in a thong
highschool parties with a throng of people fuckin asses up
Da Original God i gotta show em what i got
the past is gleaming, riding the feelings
still remaining singing, la la la la la
burnin the cieling, lauging dealing
still remain singing
