Them tell I, and I just is res' up
but them babylon beat me toratti
and this blood done have to be fess up
but I innocent,
this is a fit up.
The boys in the yard pay softball
but hard
and the radio crackled
a laugh from the ghetto
a death we do not know, but
babylon burns me,
I learn from the brief
that I
is got grief because
them in the Met'
got a room with a view
and won't let me sleep 'til I write
down in longhand a statement to
hang me.
In black and white between the
day and the night,
I res' up
confess to all
fall in love with the thoughts that I have
conquered
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
Them tell I, and I just is res' up
but them babylon beat me toratti
and this blood done have to be fess up
but I innocent,
this is a fit up.
The boys in the yard pay softball
but hard
and the radio crackled
a laugh from the ghetto
a death we do not know, but
babylon burns me,
I learn from the brief
that I
is got grief because
them in the Met'
got a room with a view
and won't let me sleep 'til I write
down in longhand a statement to
hang me.
In black and white between the
day and the night,
I res' up
confess to all
fall in love with the thoughts that I have
conquered
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