Lyrics:
Empty Pocket Blues

blues The empty pocket blues Now some say the blues are sorrowful Some say the blues are sad But when I sing the blues to you They come out feelin' glad I got the blues

a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza She's a rich girl She don't try to hide it Diamonds on the soles of her shoes He's a poor boy Empty as a pocket Empty as a pocket

ain't no damn chronic! What the f**k?!?! [Chorus] Let me tell me y'all I...I...I..., I got the bad weed blues Ooh, got the bad weed blues [Krayzie] Last

, did you get that shit on tape? Oh, my God, that nigga is cold, dawg You see my pockets stay full, yours stay empty You say I look Kunta Kinte Blue black

, baby, beat me Love getting dressed up, sweats and techs Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect Hand is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets

do, And what I gotta do Is work and flip a dolla'. Ain't got no trophies But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles. Not an alcoholic but alcohol it, Can

said that giving was his living and I had to take part So I grabbed a bag of goodies and I hopped up on his cart I laced the pockets of the poor and

no matter how much you make 'em You show me bacon, I'ma take 'em So don't you ever tempt me, I'm a fool for mine, nigga And my pockets stay empty To my

THE MIDDAY SKY WAS GREY AND PURPLE AT LEAST IT WASN'T BLUE FOR I HAVE BEEN A LOST AND LONELY AND WHAT I DO I WANT THE SKY TO BE THE WAY I AM SAILOR ON