Lyrics:
My Broken Legs

you know they're always obscene 'cause my ears, they bled before; I need to let them heal She fell out; her broken legs won't let her walk away From

my strength to finally get up and leave No more broken heart for me No more tellin' your lies to me (And another one) I'm lookin' like I got my head on

trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pull my ass up from the depths

on Rakim's beat" I'm catchin' problems from every angle The mic cords are tangled I try to flow smooth but my words are mangled Damn near slipped and broke my

The weed broke down, like a transmission The chopper spin him around, like a ballerina Bitch I'm still spitting like I ate a jalapena I'm from uptown, my bitch from Argentina My

provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin' up in the office in back of my

working my legs Hell yes, now I'm calling you out I'm switching my plates, please enjoy Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct Hi

crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my

: Holy mother, hear my cry! (Holy mother, hear my cry!) Holy mother, hear my cry! (Holy mother, hear my cry!) Holy mother, hear my cry! (Holy mother, hear my