A boy with a coin he found in the weeds With bullets and pages of trade magazines Close to a car that flipped on the turn When God left the ground to
Translation: Iron And Wine. Boy With A Coin.
dead with his eyes open. Involuntary homocide, he died hope'in' for a blessin', Murdered by his obsession. (Yo) You could use your forty as a weapon, A
masses still don't got a clue who Shad is No cash to afford a DJ, I'm scratch less Just in class or ironically with that Class kid Out of class and back
