of playing the games You might have stayed Funny, just the other night (I was thinking) And wondering if you ever think (About me) I call you on the phone (There's no answer
' and jivin' I was so ashamed They gave the dirty apparently appropriate name I wrote about a revolution and sung from the soul Spoke with my spirit and mind my ambition was blind Answering the call
fight with myself in the ring of doubt and fear The rain ain't gone but I can still see clear As a child, given religion with no answer to why Just told
them candles askin moma questions she giving false answers I didnt wanna leave my hood I just couldnt stand it moved to mississippi and I finally had a family moved to mississippi and I finally
And I'm now beyond care Experience being gained, we're back to back And strain to strain, there is a stillness Breathes in you and me Music calls without answer
my clothes I still smell your perfume Should have called, when I left you were crying Is it too late to apologize From talking to fighting, admitting, denying To finally
the wind I must answer myself everyday Was it worth all pain, I'm crying in my sleep And my conscience will never be clear All of a sudden my eyes saw new places Calling
strip dancer Now love was the question and shorty was the answer She was dancing on the stage in her lingerie And I think I heard teh DJ call her Sauncerea
finally there's someone to believe Antisocial boredom is all the rage But the time comes when you gotta turn the page And then finally there's someone
that we have empowered This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin? How could we allow somethin' like this Without pumpin' our fists, now this is our final
not the curbs I play that like, primo supreme hustler Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and dirty snare, little panther Answers to the nom de plum
, and spit what i write go and sign myself so i can give you a sight into this tunnel of this court doing quarter to life until the end you finally see
I'm drunk Until the village sorcerer, give them time to jump to the orchestra Battle Axe warriors throw you around like raggedy dolls No one answers when the majesty of tragedy calls
an Idaho potato She call my at my J.O., ?Come now?, I can't say no Ginseng tree trunks, rockin' the P-funk Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up Three months, she call
seconds till we tear and decease Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the crowd The hoe spotted me, he knew not to call my name out He walked off softly
'm Paris, six feet two, deadly as ice But twice as nice with, the power to fight boy So, listen I'm tellin' y'all, the warnin' the Final Call We're headin
a timely fashion Uh, emcees get the tiny rations Your girl hold me close as a tiny dancer You got a death wish? Well, it's finally answered, prick Yo
of God with that thing on It don't even look real; aww, it's testimony time Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them
