"dealin" poems
we got it one way or another and we all got our own way of dealing with it,
yeah everyone has their way of
everyone has their way of
dealin, dealin, dealing
with the stress.
some freak out, some take deep deep breaths,
hobbies, crafts, some cut and self mutilate,
it doesnt make you weak, you got strength, lots of strength, hard times come hard times go, yet everyone has their way of
yeah everyone has their way of
dealin, dealin, dealin
with the stress.
© Try
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
You know that I'm a fuckin' baller, Kobé
Erryday I'm killin' ************* OJ
I'm always dealin' with some ******** matador
When all I want's another ***** Labrador
All the disrespect to Kobé
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
Feelin nicotine sick
Tho nev **** on a stick
Dealin wit dopamine *****
They don't need a fix
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 4:06 AM UTC
tizz is an uncle, bro and dem richez
i was born viciouz, but always had visionz
a young boy used to build bridgez
between black and white, peace and fight
dreamy adolescence, i spit out whole heavenz
wit my divine essence, all dem "lyricis" be jealouz
but dey just "so called", cause dey so old
tizz grew cold, so not any of dem amateurs won't grow old
i'm so cold, i freeze, **** and stay, then i eaze among dem geez
we live in codez like secret service, dealin' wit burnaz
quick learnaz, sick and sane, our skin is thick,
we don't feel pain, black lion's mane, heaven yeah
no expression can illustrate tizzopish aggression
pay attention! watch out for dat other direction
receive my blessin', kneein' between me and the destined
it's battle rappin', it's slappin' againzt all of ya actin'
friendship versuz rush, some peepz start to blush
when you remind them of valuez, like some bad newz
i'm the man whose bad moodz be legendary, like a legionary
dealin' wit whatz necessary, cause i was born predatory
find tizz shinin' in the mornin' glory and rhymin' a story
readin' diz is mandatory, just anotha category,
stolen from the laboratory, **** am i now swollen,
and all-in like all-night, alright, feed em just a small bite
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 8:13 AM UTC
I don't know why I'm feelin' the way I'm feelin'
Could be 'cuz of all the bullish with what I'm dealin'
I need healin'
And the promise of a new beginin'...
I'm in need of much
Yet still, I have much to give
Even without the promise to 'life give'
...Maybe I can't even have kids...
I hurt and I love
I give and I receive
I devote what I have
But there are things that I need....
I'm sure and uncertain
Confident yet nervous
I seek my passion
But don't know my purpose...
I feel worthless
But worthy all at the same time
Wonderin' what the **** is going on
Can't explain the crazy ramblings in my mind...
I want to tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
So I dream these crazy things
And to the world I grow cold...
its all ******** really...
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 4:30 AM UTC
Lead ***** Indian
glowing on the desert
horizon
plastered on a postcard
taped to the dashboard
your palm reads like a road map
to hell and back
scars made up and stapled shut
lipstick stained paper cup
crystallized amphetamines in a bag
coat hanger lock pick
got me in
not out of this
drink up little darling
liquor costs me nothing
tongue on your neck
sharp teeth on your neck
dull teeth on your neck
love me to death
**** me to death
drink me to death
share a cigarette
yeah yeah
share a cigarette
all your gonna get
all youll ever get
down in the canyon
with the coyotes
they all wanna know
all wanna show
what im dealin with
up up goes the bottle
down down goes the fire
into my head
playing with knives
got me ******
standing up straight
stumble heavy
apologizing for preying
on a defensless calf
blood suckle sunday
desert flavored sundae
rattle snake humming
son of a preacher
call call
yellow eye
call call
blue eye
call all the children
back to the fold
I'm part of the pack now
feeling so fast now
teeth to the throat now
yeah yeah heavy is the lust
heavy is the lust
heavy is the lust
heavy is the lust
heavy is the lust
heavy is the lust
for blood] for ****
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 1:00 PM UTC
2 Pac:
"...and I feel like if you walk by a street and you was walkin' on concrete and you saw a rose, growing outta concrete
Even if it had messed up petals and it was a little to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete.."
As a yougin' all I had was a dream
Rappin' to myself as my mama used to scream
Papa getting violent and he beatin' her again
They just feeling stressed cause they tryna pay the rent
Papa, you a G though you did wrong
Mama, you an angel cause you stayed strong
Papa, it's alright, we have weak moments
Mama, you a soldier cause you keep holdin'
Uh
But some days, we ain't have ****
And some nights, I was askin'
"Why we so poor, but my friends not?"
Just jealous of what my friends got
Uh
I was hungry and you fed me love
**** you gave me yours, it wasn't enough
Yet, I took it all and without a praise
You made it feel like home and without a place
Workin' like slaves, and I'm so sorry
Ungrateful for the things you done did for me
Comin' home from school, disrespecting
Acting like I ain't have blessings
Dear, Mama the council won't get you
If you try to go, I won't let you
A careless *** kid, but I'm tryna change it
I just need to tell you I appreciate it
2Pac:
"...and I feel like if you walk by a street and you was walkin' on concrete and you saw a rose, growing outta concrete
Even if it had messed up petals and it was a little.. you know, to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete.."
As a youngin' all I had was a dream
You was my brother, my hero, my team
I was down for you, all you did was sell
I was growin' up while you was in and out of jail
Waitin' at the court room, all of us silent
You was never home, you was always so violent
How you think I felt when I visited the prison
Of where my brother at while my partner gone missin'
I was gone dissin', but I was just hurt
From all those nights, those fights, those words
**** we used to argue all the time, I hated you
And witnessing your drug dealin' and I hated, too
It was my birthday and then some next ****
All them times, you just got your *** arrested
Family stressin', I'm surprised you ain't dead
From a life of a crime, and that war with the FEDS
Have you thought 'bout what you put me through? HUH?
And all the things I had to do for you
Like deal with the people who spoke your name
Like this ***** who disrespected you, I broke her frame
But it's okay, I'm your baby sis
And some day I just may be rich
And I got you, I ain't gotta say it
I just wanted you to tell me you appreciate it
2Pac:
"...and I feel like if you walk by a street and you was walkin' on concrete and you saw a rose, growing outta concrete
Even if it had messed up petals and it was a little.. you know, to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete.."
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
Sit back, relax, these cravings make this couch feel like rehab
out of reach of my stash, feel like I'm crashin' but I already crashed
been here since work an' I can't feel my feet, crap!
Sit up, and remember everything that you tried to keep from thinkin' of
your account, the amount, dropping like doves
in these times of war, no heroes just ****** nerdin' out on the game of life
trying step it up on the score boards, tryin' ta live like lords in this world
that has no law, why not be an outlaw, tough cuffed, straight jaw
dealin' out pain like a war god, Kratos, dime bags is small tomatos
when you could push yayo, one call to my man and I could get a crateful.
****** if I ain't a salesman, slanging nuns chewy doobies on the side, call me satan
and I'm the king of this world, it's hell, try escapin', I could have it
in the palm a' my hand if I made a move but then I gotta choose, play my luck
trust my ******* gut to keep from getting cut, like it's my only homie but he only knows
me cause I was pushing dro with the stonies.
I don't want a knife in my back, a run in with the feds or getting popped by the caps
tryin' ta dodge traps laid by cats that is jealous of my stacks,
I want a paradise where we all make racks, blast our music, blaze it fat, and all rap
sleep with both eyes closed, no need to watch our back,
too bad we were born in a world ruled by cash,
ain't never gonna have a globe like that...
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
Chorus×4
(×2..You better be warrin a vest.)
Cuz when I come shootin I come aimin for your head and your chest.
(Verse 1)
Bullets cost money an I'm stingy wit my bread.
Never catch me sparayin prayin that I hit a shot...
I'm scopin
postin in the ally way.
Interuptin a ***** tryina catch a lift off a spliff
an take a second for him
but this 9 has thing for killing fake *** tricks. . . An I got a thing with head shots when I'm huntin a *****
(Chorus ×2)
I make triggers flinch with my intent.
Born and bread at full throttle,
living in the second. Survivin off the grams,
counting change that cowards scrounged up for back pay.
Roll up an take you and your homies bus money... better run quick yo momma says you late to take a ****
I try and stay cool headed, dealin wit selfish *******
Yall gotta understand that if I'm in yo whip ,handin you a zip... wether you my best homie or a the biggest punk ***** I'll look ya in the eyes an tell ya the same ****
( beat droops off into tempo snare)
(Hook)
I got whatever you want,
If ya need a real souljah ima killa for pay..
Movin weight is how I was raised.
I'ma bad *** till I'm in my grave.
Making paper, poppin Champaign.
Naked women help pass time by hopping in the long ride
This is my life- haters keep outta my sight.
24/7 I'm living 1 he'll if a life
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 6:27 AM UTC
i spur with emotions, drinkin lots potions feeelin nautious yet still hopin,to come out this truth i cant stomach like vommit.
sick with the love bites im scratchin, feeling whats left of my heart, a fraction, my souls is cracked in, sea beast that dwells deep like the crackin,
my actions seem to hold no bounds,snortin pounds,
i keep gettin chained up like kratos, getting chased by hell hounds,
go around my mind, youll see a fault, of my own,
cant stand myself **** ***** im all alone
im pintched tight between **** i dont like,
i choose to be!! only me myslef and I be
dealin with drama , thats takin heavy not lightly.
just a thougth i always ponder.. to creek and somber,
into a sleep were river flows deep like my mind,and conscious.
i fight daily, mind body nd soul, im lossin myself im no longer a whole, ima shell of what i used to be, fill me up with slug, thats all i wish well...that you can recite as my eulogy..
BY: Emmanuel Jv Hernandez
5/23/14
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
We follow our vision
And we don’t need no permission
The gifts that we are given
Are what sent us the soul mission
I’ve reawakened now
Cannot be forsaken now
While my heart is breakin
I’ll gain power through creation
I’ll be a great sensation
This healing that I’m spittin
Will revitalize the nation
You feel that?
It’s all reverberatin
You’ll see the revelation
When you reach recalibration
If ya hearin what I’m sayin
It’s the reconciliation
Of the positive vibration
Through mental emancipation
You feel the synergy
It’s all positive energy
If you have been a friend to me
You’re ****** with the ministry
Never seen a guru
That could send vibration through you
Watch you while you do you
I’m watching how you move true
Ain’t doin no voodoo
It’s really pure and true
Who
do you see when you look
Into the mirror
As your vision gets clearer
We are divine reflections
Nobody is in fear here
We are superior
To the wicked theories here
Meek men are the weary there
Cannot be hysteria
It’s so mysterious
How they are in fear of us
But let us feel like we are the ones
Who are inferior
I’m livin grateful
Because I am the faithful
I’ve been so graceful
You can see my face full
Of smiles
We do it all the while
Even as they broke me down
Since I was a child
We’ve traveled miles
To reach the promise land
Yes we teachin and we preachin
As we reach out all our hands
To our brothers, yes, our fellow man
I hope you overstand
Why we reject their commands
Make our own demands
To move only with God’s plan
We keep it moovin
We never loose the groove and
We tie up all our loose ends
Countin all these dividends
You feel the synergy
It’s all positive energy
If you have been a friend to me
You’re ****** with the ministry
I’m letting go now
Following the flow now
Never seem to let up
Not likely to slow down
You’ll never see us frown
Smiling while we’re feelin down
Even in the tears we drown
We take our power back
Use that **** to cleanse
Because tears are so sacred
Because we are the huemans
No need to pretend and
Every time they send them
Rewriting rewiring
Send it to the fire and I’ll
Then we start to rise again
Like a phoenix
Straight up out the ashes
And if they don’t like it
They can kiss our heady *****
While we count the assets
No need to go flashing
Abundance we receiving
Looks can be deceiving
We are the healing
Faces and hearts we stealin
And when we reel ‘em in
They’ll see who they’re dealin with
It is within
Absolution from sin
Send it all to the sun
Because we know that we are one
And when all is said and done
Know the healings just begun
You feel the synergy
It’s all positive energy
If you have been a friend to me
You’re ****** with the ministry
You feel the synergy
It’s all positive energy
If you have been a friend to me
You’re ****** with the ministry
We follow our vision
And we don’t need no permission
The gifts that we are given
Are what sent us the soul mission
Nov 13, 2023
Nov 13, 2023 at 7:28 AM UTC
Follow lights the will-o-wisps
To red lights onto pillow slips
Walk under streetlight to pink lips
Everyone after green glow
Even if it means being a ***
J.Gatsby's after the afterglow
Peddlin their product, street vendors
Dealin in meat and being tender
****** in a backseat, body lenders
Crafting blissfull afterglow and after glow
Some call it sinful so callow although
Most aren't so shallow, chill in a bordello
Red lights swimmin in the air
Sanctity dyin without care
For sale tittys and derriere
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
Far from where I started, yet not to the finish line,
Keep one foot in front of the other, one day at a time,
No, that don't work for me,
one moment at a time, yeah that's more like me,
That's what I need,
Accelerate and try to maintain speed,
Gotta go for what is right, not consumed by greed,
more of that is not what the world needs,
Freedom found in my mind, lived out in my heart,
Not knowin' is just one part,
In which we must accept and live with or without,
Judge me, love me, hate me,
misunderstand me, or relate to me,
Smile on without a front,
not me to be emotionally wreaked, I'd rather haul *** and pull a stunt,
No fakeness, only me being me, it's no illusion,
though often it can be a ***** dealin' with all my confusion,
my heart and body I've learned to keep sacred,
they're not up for abusin',
let one try and change that, they'll be the only one ending up brusin',
Fear with me, doesn't exist,
Fearless not exactly, but livin' without it I must insist.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 5:49 PM UTC
I always thought the world was out to get me
All the **** you put me through left me
hot and angry
I never did realize what I had and now that
I'm thinking back it wasn't all that bad.
Now all I do is mope around
till my face hits the ground
I'm choking now!
till I can't make a sound.
You ******* *****
Screamin and dealin
With issues I've never ******* seen before
So I walk up to the doctors office and I say
************
you better give me something to take this
******* pain away
Don't think I won't take this gun
and put it to your head
The monsters are out from my closet
and in my ******* head
50 Oxys in a bottle to take me on vacation for a day
Aye,
It ain't much
but it's the reason I stay
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
Thy name, somber lady, illuminates heaven
As dazzling light penetrates into shadow.
Enlaid in rare colors (oh Lord, what a lead-in),
Your blackness out-veils the proverbial widow.
Iron maidens get nailed. Don’t rest in denial
And lie to your soul that your actually dealin’.
I only ask this to your face: that you’ll smile
Unlocking your Gothic cathedrals to kneel in.
No death-dirges here. I’m no spike-studded user
Eventually yours to pursue until captured.
Let’s hope there is time – but we risk being raptured.
I’m not into pain; not a sado-abuser.
Don’t masochists also need fun in the sun?
All I want is a friend. So I hope you’re the one…
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
I don't bother with your lies
You could ask instead of manipulate
I don't need anything from you
Not bothering with your troubles
I needed you no where to be found
You call me when you need something
Half the tome you do nothing
But always caught up on something
I don't want to bother you
Everything is fine issues come from your way
Free of stress I can't complain
Not dealin with you sweet deal without you
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
see I always got told Dennis your smart but you need to look into your heart, you got one life and you had a hard start but your lucky cuz you get it. Other kids grew up in ****** positions and never learned what it takes to make it. But 4 years old and you could smoke and hold a conversations not to glorify kids getting high but I got a share a story with the nation tonight.
Now imagine that you dealin dope and a 4 year old is sitting watchin as your bagin seein how you actin reactin to your passion for broken glass in a bag you think that they won't remember cuz there just to young but then they grow up and strung out cuz you tought em what to do when they chill out. Smoke down drink till you *** out go hard never go home **** everybody I'm talking from a lonley voice in my soul.
Growing up I remember how my mother didint seem to old. She took me round the states and and taught me how to hustle at every show. Never got **** for free and I grew up quick took every moment as a lesson cuz there's no way ima be considered an adolesont. I was born into this world to wreck it lost the section of my brain that told my mouth to shut it but **** it I don't need to act hard I look the part so while you flexin for your girl talking on how you ball all hard im shakin out my pockets like ima hella broke under age white boy half your size but you still hidin in you car like a ***** im just trying to ride standing out your window blowin clouds of **** smoke thick and white like I don't give a **** bout the police or the snitches im a boy on a man's mission switched positions with my target. afraid to fight me cuz im actin hifey tired of this ***** so we role quick middle finger out the window you don't notice cuz you busy getting taught a lesson by yo *****
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC
in the fourth grade
his father showed him
how to **** a man
by breaking his neck
my young friend demonstrated
“first push, then pull”
he got expelled
for unknown reasons
transferred to another school
didn’t see him again
till Jr. High
he didn’t have the grades
to get into my classes
except for P. E.
we enjoyed playing football
and basketball
one time some crazy dude
decided to jump on my back
I cracked him in the head with an elbow
he was dazed and said
“nobody hits me in the ****** head”
as he staggered and backed down
I heard my friend proudly telling others
about it (hehe)
still the same old bad boy
but he was always cool with me
the things people said about him
stuff he did with a dog
a total lack of respect for women
he got convicted for ******
a seventy year old lady
he says he didn’t do it
part of the crack generation
with all that went with that
dealin’ and usin’s cycle of survival
I heard he got beaten up
nearly to death
and mysteriously dropped off
at E.R.’s door
he says the police did it
strangely
despite his corrupt ways
he was always candid
and seemed honest
it makes me wonder
saw him at Tito’s
getting tacos with his girl
he had cleaned up well
driving a Cadillac
with a Christian crown
in the rear window
ran into him at the corner
the liquor store near my job
he had been clean for three years
that last time I saw him
now he was living in that Caddy
with his big brother
back in the alley
he told me he was sick of this ****
caught me up with the boys
who had died
who got sick
who got sick and died
he asked if my car
was in the parking lot everyday
like he was gonna come and find me
I told him not to
he needed to go downtown
get to a shelter
to a program
as I turned to walk away
he called out, “love you”
I turned to face him
still back peddling towards the car
tapping my fist on my heart
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 5:07 AM UTC
Got alot ta think about,
19 dealin wit the **** grown folks stressin bout
I got the only girl whos right for me, I'ma stay davought
Baby on the way ima be a father an im proud
But growin up without parents got me scared now
How, do I raise a baby when my role models taught me the hustle
I dont need help to make it I was born with the brains of a genius
Product of a cupple horney teenagers
Questions in my head if I let em see my child
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
in the fourth grade
his father showed him
how to **** a man
by breaking his neck
my young friend demonstrated
“first push, then pull”
he got expelled
for unknown reasons
transferred to another school
didn’t see him again
till Jr. High
he didn’t have the grades
to get into my classes
except for P. E.
we enjoyed playing football
and basketball
one time some crazy dude
decided to jump on my back
I cracked him in the head with an elbow
he was dazed and said
“nobody hits me in the ****** head”
as he staggered and backed down
I heard my friend proudly telling others
about it (hehe)
still the same old bad boy
but he was always cool with me
the things people said about him
stuff he did with a dog
a total lack of respect for women
he got convicted for ******
a seventy year old lady
he says he didn’t do it
part of the crack generation
with all that went with that
dealin’ and usin’s cycle of survival
I heard he got beaten up
nearly to death
and mysteriously dropped off
at E.R.’s door
he says the police did it
strangely
despite his corrupt ways
he was always candid
and seemed honest
it makes me wonder
saw him at Tito’s
getting tacos with his girl
he had cleaned up well
driving a Cadillac
with a Christian crown
in the rear window
ran into him at the corner
the liquor store near my job
that time I saw him
he had been clean for three years
now he was living in that Caddy
with his big brother
back in the alley
he told me he was sick of this ****
caught me up with the boys
who had died
who got sick
who got sick and died
he asked if my car
was in the parking lot everyday
like he was gonna come and find me
I told him not to
he needed to go downtown
get to a shelter
to a program
as I turned to walk away
he called out, “love you”
I turned to face him
still walking towards the car
back peddling
tapping my fist on my heart
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
Hey, what's the deal
With my heart?
I keep on lettin this love inside and it
Keeps on tearin me apart
Hey, what's the deal
With my mind?
I only want this pain to go but it
Keeps on takin its sweet time...
Hey what's the deal
With my eyes?
These tears just keep on comin and I
Don't see no end in sight....
...Say you wanna help
Well I hope that's true but
The only thing
I'm dealin with is you.
Hey, what's the deal
With my hand?
This bottle can't tell me where to go
Or even remind me who I am...
Hey, what's the deal
With my brains?
I know enough to see the light but
Can't find a way to make it change...
Hey, what's the deal
You know it ain't a shame.
I may not know which way is up but
I know I know my name...
Say you wanna help;
I hope that's true but
The only thing
I'm dealin with is you...
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
Trump has overseas businesses
& assures us he has no conflicts
here, there & everywhere ...
Oh well sure,
we're reassured that he won't
actually be using every angle,
turning every corner, fine-tuning
every legality to bring those dollars
rolling in ...
just as he did with Trump University,
his pitiful bottled water & steak props
at his 'news' conference, his ties made
in China, his Mar A Lago Winter White
House operation, his Trump jet rentals,
your seats next to the President-elect for
close to a cool million ...
his Paul Manafort with his Ukraine deals,
his numerous go-fers all bouncing around
from here to Moscow, his secret deals we'll
all soon know about, his money laundering
Azerbaijan hotel racket, his red ******* hats,
all your Trump makin' a buck wheelin' & dealin'
that continues as we speak ...
& the hell of it is all the poor schmucks who think
you're Daddy Bigbucks & would love the chance
to one day make it just as you, all gold this & big
that & pomp & privilege & trickle-down & *****
the little man, the brown man, the other man &
yes by Jesus he's the man to get it done,
he speaks our language,
feels our pain ...
the only language he speaks is monetary,
the only values he has are green-backed, the only
everyman he looks out for is the mark he's about
to take in Donald Trump's corner store 3 card monte.
Trump sure loves his money, & thanks you all for
this great opportunity to use the Presidency of this
here United States to just plain rake it in like a
chubby, orange Scrooge McDuck in his golden,
tingling, vast & filling basement.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
Dermible detritus set with us
tarps and oil
Soil set with toil
Boiled in bags of tripe
Chips and chicks who titter
Gave me pick of the litter
Loyalty has soiled me
and sent me unto hither
I ask you for a question
Lessen layman make me walk
Make me milk my maiden
Make me cut my stalk
Showy showman dyin'
I felt a lot like cryin'
Cause cousins cause the answer
I call it family cancer
Dancing with my girly
Surely felt so good
But death is still a dealin'
And it's dealin' good.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
this whole world is like a pit
by your side, i'll find a way
prosperin' in times of sadness
people are loaded with madness
questions in their eyes, a quest
by your side, i'll be blessed
lord, i wanna be good, so good
lord, i wanna die in the hood
baby, take a trip with me, soul dealin'
we were sick, now got feelings of healin'
don't get me wrong, don't tell it everybody
yet i'm not flawless, a human being, a body
lord, i wanna be good, so good
lord, i wanna die in the hood
lead me through the valley of my fear
lead me through the valley of my tears
o lord, holy almighty, you sent me milly
do i deserve her? am i worthy?
ya know me, a friend of forties, a slowie
fan of bowie, jeezy, straight up deezy
i don't respect the "i", but my woman
o lord, holy almighty, you sent me milly
the beginning of a journey, the winning
just the beginning, i'll be fightin' waterfalls
all in all, i'll crush the chinese wall to be
with you girl, not my new girl, but my true girl
funky like a whirlwind, my head is spinning
people waitin: what about him, ain't no sinnin'??
don't have to to do that, cause i am tru dat, so in it
my head is spinnin', lord i wanna be good
i wanna live and die in the hood, maybe in the woods
you sent me milly, this is not to be misunderstood
embers in her eyes, and a nice-hearted smile
lord, do i deserve her? am i worthy?
ya know me, a friend of forties, a blowie
o lord, holy almighty, please bless us...
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC