em plenty, a dome. It's funny, we dream about money so much its like we almost got it, Until we reach up in our pockets, its time to face reality, The
the fire lick your body clean Hell waits the time is soon at hand Hell's gates will open where you stand Another shaded face among the crowd Mindless
grace and then smack her face You can't speak of hope and then crack a joke You can say you're there but time knows how much you've grown Put a face
than stuck in the county, washing the dishes Or washing drawers in the pen ? I had to go pay the correct correctional officer to walk him in Bail money on debt
Talib Kweli-Verse 1 Here I am... step out on the block to face the sun Greet the people in the village that raised my son As far as days go this look
Girl, (New Ghost Face) Yeah to glorious days Yeah God, check it out y'all We back, yes yes y'all (Fake roller derbies) Yeah, Masked Avengers We're here
get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill
What goes around, comes around In his own iniquity he dies, through Columbian ties Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson All debts
, not until we gettin' it Know people, bilingual, we not to run we life, we wreck The only thing can top off, knowin' our thing is our debt And my friend
lift your cross As long as you help with mine The process of healin? will take some time To see the pain in your face is the same as mine It?s not a
is like sex I mastered the art of makin' you snap the necks And chase Manhattan endorse my mic checks Upset, poet threat Just collectin' my debt, yo
your tape deck I'm the burner on your waist that'll leave the place wet I'm the money in the safe that'll pay the case debt I'm the jewels on your neck
debts With paper, I'm sure that y'all will never see me sweat Only in my linen when I'm spinning with whip up Pass niggaz and watch they faces frown
I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts
cook, stay burnin' Sloppy Joe's Olive Oyl legs, even them stocky hoes Bitches that I used to beep, but forget they codes They stay frontin', no kissin', strictly face
Meaning strange music Or connected its best if ya just exit when your neck get's requested to get slit Niggas be hiding behind they myspace irrate but get all buddy buddy in my face
for your kids but got money for marijauna just to smoke with your friends or that woman who survives and beats cancer only to be drowned in debt with
burnin Sloppy Joe's Olive Oyl legs, even them stocky hoes Bitches that I used to beep, but forget they codes They stay frontin, no kissin, strictly face
