Lyrics:
John May All

stop spirits If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it 'Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cuz

option We be sonnin' all these niggas, put they ass up for adoption Man, we start with straight shots, then get the bottle poppin' We be working all

to sweat her or to get her things I could dead her or feel better just to let her cling When you met her she was better than Coretta King Y'all lived

I close my eyes and there in the shadows I see your light You come to me out of my dreams across the night You take my hand though you may be so many

grandmomma Lil Chandra, and John, yo rest in peace to my Aunt Stella My sides moms, Ron's moms, Dawn's moms, Corey's moms Who are you? These people be themselves y'all

got nothin', no diversion, no window Nothing here but a porthole in the plaster, in the plaster Where I look down, look at Sweet Theresa's convent All those nurses, all

grandmomma Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my aunt stella My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms Who are you? these people be themselves y'all

(Tim Rice/John Farrar) I've tried to ignore All the stench of your life Only holding back For my wife Even she has seen Your poisoned soul displayed

(Olivia Newton-John) Wash the blood from my hands Take the pain from my heart I just can't understand What it is that we do What's the thread running