it's been twenty thousand days since the best ones hotels, plastic sheets, tasteless food, dialysis machines, the telephone hasn't rung since april. staring
Especially no French-vanilla import who has the audacity to call herself "Brooklyn." M.C. Ladies and gentlemen, Saturday morning was never like this. Radio City Music
my mother we speak everyday not in sense of words but pray check it 10 years ago died of brain cancer and went to heaven 1997 rollin'with tha family booya music
wait for handouts with their eyes upon the floor Oh I know you're set for fighting, but what are you fighting for? [this verse is not in the sheet music
Sheet Music version: Verse: I don't want to sound like I'm preachin' a sermon, But I've heard people say: The early bird catches the worm; 'N there
the night Then you might just wake up feeling like your paralyzed X2 Falling fast to the rhythm of the music one last dance Hold on tight to the sheets
But now I'm free There are no strings on me Hi-ho the me-ri-o That's the only way to go I want the world to know Nothing ever worries me One sheet music
of answers and says "help me go". And now I know something of how a piano must feel when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music being used for
cause if it's red nigga that's FED I guess it's back to drank and pretties, and eating at Jack Mack's Red But I'd rather be free, up in the streets collecting
Intro / Uncle howie My life is- I?m dependent, I can?t help it. I started at a young age. I?m too dependent on it, you know? Drugs and music get me where
bunch of minorities die in the clubs They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood This is my music for all my people missin my music Keep
don't matter is it's Sway or KaySlay Angie Martinez I'll take 'em back to k-day They act like they forgot about Dre-day I don't rap for Free that's why
pumping iron against the sun the recipes of semitic vendors, egyptian vendors shaking their backs against the sun laughing with the sounds of sheets
wait, and I'll smile 'cause I know she never will she's so free, so free and free she'll be so free, so free and free she'll be asleep in our jeans
to a bottle full of answers and says, "help me go." now i know something of how a piano must feel when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music being
me some attire And swore to hold me down under fire (echo) [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] The word on the street, they can't trace my rap sheets Still I creap
floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets
the P the O the O the H The is none greater The L the B the J the L Is here forever money so see me later Stash away plenty sheets of paper Shit is perfected