I grew up wholesome, middle class, Mid-west. The
4.8.1.9.7. is where my folks rest. I'm always on
trial for the crime of the day. And always on line
when they're passing out blame. Me and The
Veteran, we know it too well, you'll never be free
if you try to sell yourself as innocent. I'm not
ignorant. I know your into it. I'm gonna take the
fall for this shit that goes on, and take the
break because my back is strong but bending. I can
see it ending. Hold up, wait a minute. Whatcha
gonna do when the south falls? Where you gonna go
when we're climbin' your walls, not breakin'
nothing down cause we want you to see what you
done in the past, who's winning at last, who's
running fast, now who's the bad ass? Don't you
wanta be dead when we get it through your head and
you hear the beat this is where you'll wanta be.
Smooth as you are, you won't go far. Little Johnny
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the goodies just trying to get some. Snuffin out
the budda, tryin to save a little, but since I
gets none I can be limp like a noodle and I used
to smooth, back around school, now I make ends
when I act like a fool. It's like this and like
that, I'm a talking black cat. I walk the dog and
then I step where he shat. Momma told me there
would be days like this. Daddy told me there would
be friends I'd miss. But everybody wants to learn
the hard way, you can't tell them how to live and
thats okay. But as you grow up, things are gonna
change on ya. Used to get the whip and now I'm
puttin down the reins on ya. Putting down
everything that comes to my head for ya, can't
even remember the shit I just said to ya. C
1,2,3,4 What the hell are we? Fuck you, I'm
smooth!