Wednesday, June 14, 2006

glad u got it figured out

so it was all about ideals or i deal
you in, hey nigga? i tell you how i be
i come to your house with a .22 tell ya blam hello
when u answer the door. calvin call me black
sittin right in the same bedroom we fuck in puttin
down how he got the score an it aint no
mutherfuckin blow up shit. then he cuts
the blunt, rolls up miami weed fine and cocaine laced
oh but it's ok cuz he sprinkle it on the leaves while they growin
and calvincallmeblack say that fuckin manager keep
fuckin with me i'ma take a can o gasoline and pour it on his car
then fsshsstttt, he don't know nuthin
and you
decide to follow your principles when you find out that
corporate prick was gonna use you to fire someone
and that someone this minority man, florida boy
did time in alabam wham crazy mad dishwashin foo
and the water washes over the corporate jeans
you hate the corpoate cap soaked with more grease
than the corporate drains where methane bubbles late at nite
waitin for a match.

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