The friends I will follow was crack babies The hustlers It's still shopping Still in the bloc Made me a couple of my pen is from the future like Octavia Butler's my grandmother's future The flag from bloody cotton, The fruits of her labor Alas, already writing my man said you was crazy How fast that we forgot that we used to pull boxes and plans like we were oxen and cab without option And that was this glorious victorious story Only pitch for me to shut down They sold some of us down the rivers in such a poor level of four I get shivers is insidious and it's always been hideous I had the trap water in front be amphibious They do so dirty for one year What cleanliness and make you wanna let off a gun until the emptiness life I love it Greece.
我將追隨的朋友是可卡因寶貝,是金光黨,還是在購物,還是在集團,讓我的筆來自未來,就像奧克塔維亞-巴特勒的未來,我祖母的未來,血色棉花的旗幟,她的勞動成果,唉。已經寫了我的男人說你是瘋了 多快,我們忘記了我們曾經拉箱子和計劃 像我們牛和駕駛室沒有選擇 這是這個光榮的勝利故事 唯一的球場為我關閉 他們賣了我們中的一些下河 在這樣一個可憐的水準四 我得到的顫抖是陰險的 它一直是可怕的 我有陷阱水在前面是兩棲 他們做這麼髒的一年 什麼清潔度和讓你想放槍 直到空虛的生活 我愛它希臘。