an old silent film They runned the usual tests Tiny, tiny veins Yet flow so constant and strong I saw my life in red They'll never forget These cells
me then I won't hear it 'Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's
like Luda, I be like yea! You like it like that, dontchya baby? The flow's insane, and the stroke is crazy I stroke so good, like Tiger Woods And I
put on ma killa face I get whatever I wanna, boy, I don't wish it would When I come out, look out, I be sharper then a stick of wood I wish somebody
Control my worries Fix my thoughts Throw my hopes Like a juggernaut walks Now let-down souls Can't feel no rhythm Sorry entertainers Like aerobics victims Hybrid people Light a wooded
getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while they trailing Better in hell than in the cell and
Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood Smoke and I choke, and I creep on a come up Niggas be tryin' run up but I bust, and they drop
you) And I loved them (And they loved me) And they loved me (And we loved you) Once I was a man My cock as hard as wood I stood as strong as any tree
the indentured servant Forever in his place I wish I built a cabinet Of shiny bolts and wood Secret draws and hiding places Sculpted out of wood Secret
'm from the city Where the muddy Mississippi might sink you, man I'm getting brains in the Range with the brains blown out With TV's, the wood grain and
I'm so discombobulated being out the hood I don't know if it's a bad or a good thang Missin Cadillac switches in the wood grain Don't touch on my matress
up ass hoes Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know Coming around my neck of the woods
plot to maul nations out of shock and awe Generation of ideas, children who won't talk at all Profits fall Chalk on walls Years spent on prison cells
little bit of hope If Sam Rosen never rolled and Malcom never spoke They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope Instead the lock me in the cell
I won't hear it Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks, I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to
'Cause I'm so discombobulated being out the hood I don't know if it's a bad or a good thang Missin' Cadillacs, switches in the wood grain Don't touch
