This could be you
Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 6:48 am
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Wussup ya'll, wanted to drop a topical piece so here it iz!
Change of pace...
ya'll know i drop that grimey shit speraticlly and rudely
actually its groovy, the way prophisize on the beat and stay Gradually improving
Its practically a movie; the way i paint a picture or tell a story
about the bums and street toughs who never Felt the glory,
just stayed on the corner and dealt till forty,
now the same dudes pushing 50
no dental, or benifits, the present tense is looking iffy
the evidence can book-em, quickly, so he stays on the hush hush
panhandling on the subway, but never will he touch-much
never had the Luck, Fuck ... all he wants is a bite to eat
claiming that its nice to dream ... n he never was the type to beef
saving up all his coins, with hopes to have one night of heat
but its looking grim ... wondering exactly what it took to win
now he jumping off the overpass ... knowing that he couldn't swim
now he's seeming shook again, he's trying to end his life
calls up his only daughter with plans to Says good bye
but his daughters now a wife, and a mother of two
calling all his old friends while her brother did too
now the old man, starts to cry .. wondering if this will be the day
that god blesses this old man and finally takes the greif away
as his daughter try's to plead and sway ...
him to meet her two kids and get to know her new dog
says her husbend's doing well and yes he's got a new job
they renovated there home ... built a room for you on the roof top
finally, the old man looks up, folds his hands and says "Thank you God"
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/lost- ... 20439.html
Wussup ya'll, wanted to drop a topical piece so here it iz!
Change of pace...
ya'll know i drop that grimey shit speraticlly and rudely
actually its groovy, the way prophisize on the beat and stay Gradually improving
Its practically a movie; the way i paint a picture or tell a story
about the bums and street toughs who never Felt the glory,
just stayed on the corner and dealt till forty,
now the same dudes pushing 50
no dental, or benifits, the present tense is looking iffy
the evidence can book-em, quickly, so he stays on the hush hush
panhandling on the subway, but never will he touch-much
never had the Luck, Fuck ... all he wants is a bite to eat
claiming that its nice to dream ... n he never was the type to beef
saving up all his coins, with hopes to have one night of heat
but its looking grim ... wondering exactly what it took to win
now he jumping off the overpass ... knowing that he couldn't swim
now he's seeming shook again, he's trying to end his life
calls up his only daughter with plans to Says good bye
but his daughters now a wife, and a mother of two
calling all his old friends while her brother did too
now the old man, starts to cry .. wondering if this will be the day
that god blesses this old man and finally takes the greif away
as his daughter try's to plead and sway ...
him to meet her two kids and get to know her new dog
says her husbend's doing well and yes he's got a new job
they renovated there home ... built a room for you on the roof top
finally, the old man looks up, folds his hands and says "Thank you God"