rake the leaves And in the summer I cut the weeds When a funeral comes The people cry and pray They bury their dead Then they all go away And here
in your mouth slurpin and slobberin about now it gets hotter in the south yup, the water was blazin, it was amazin' and now my dick is shriveled up
sick tummy But be careful, out in this game, buyers, suppliers, yo they wearin' wires But come up in the world, if I twirl you fry got killed like a bitch hair Curled and
t break a bitch then your game is lame mane. See I'm from Tennessee, with curls and gold teeth, so everywhere I go bitches strike up conversations with
Four Jheri curl niggaz kickin' up dust And some of them are even lookin' up to us Wearing our colors and talkin' that gang fuss Giving up much love Dyin
as me Eazy E would be hangin' from a tree With no Vaseline Just a match and a little bit of gasoline Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on Till that Jheri curl
beyond me This curse behind my eyes My dead disguise don't work so well Transparent to the world But in my heart, if it bothers me I'd kill myself and curl
He'll laugh at the moon And cry for the sun And if it's a boy he'll carry a gun Sang the crow on the cradle And if it should be that this baby's a girl
fun now back in the real world, all curled up No one to hear your cries and unheard prayers I'm the one, ya made me Pirate, poet, king of despair All of the pain and
night grandma curled up in my bed by wednesday morning my grandma was dead i was in charlotte, i took the bus home her shoes, watch, and teeth were still in my room and
the floor curled up Tight the crazed just won't stop, Is this finally goodnight? Now a feeling so strange, something won't let it die And can't let them screw up
all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn 'Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade And the water moccasin dies", Ruby just smiled and
door The little girls feet were as brown as the curls That hung upon the dress that she wore The little boy's coat was all tattered and torn And tears
the moon, a Jesus of the planets and the stars Well, I kept thinking about what the weatherman said And if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead
And my dick felt long and hard I am the man for which no God waits But for which the whole world yearns And I'm marked by darkness and by blood And one
me some more Come along nice, come along dead Scorpio rising, and paint it red A psychic equalizer in your head Come along nice, come along dead Scorpio rising, and
eyes black as coal And your long dark curls Some things we plan, we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up Others are works of inspiration, of poetry And