And the memories are all that remain Let that old September wind take me back to where I've been So I... Chorus: I can run through those cottonwood trees
church has always been obliged To ensure that its flock remains servile. "Repent ye sinners or be devoured in the flames of hell." Those very same flames
thugs both catchin' and firein' slugs (paper for drugs) I see a man waiting on block cheese in my lawn (its the same old song) but when I look into everybody
faded And the memories are all that remain Let that old September wind take me back to where I've been So I... Chorus: I can run through those cottonwood trees
: [Verse One] West coast rap I run, and rhyme I rule Not from old to new but from the true school I lie, cheat, steal and rob But I don't squab, giving