the old Simple words will make us understand Just because the soul of a man Never lives his life in vain Let's pray for the soul of a man Standin'in
Blessings in life to the children, they say "Life is like five days" Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chair His eyes were bloody while
man fuck dat man put that shit out man You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man that shit ain
loved most she had so much soul She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me ont he regular, not a
years old And what I loved most, she had so much soul She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me On the regular, not a
avenue, I drive a shatterproof Benz and all my men's are tattle proof My mic is a dyke, my life is a light A day to God is a thousand years, how long
way you rockin that, I thought they was Jay-Z denim Let me drop a jewel on ya, put a roc in air Can I call you nana cos you got that rockin' chair
are you ready? Man fuck you we ready Do you have a song selected? Yeah we got a song What you wanna go with Man it don't matter This muthafucka (They
way you rockin' that, I thought they were jay z denim Let me drop a jewel on ya, put a rock in air Can I call you nana cause you got that rockin' chair
matter It rocked, that's all I know Something 'bout the rhythm of it soothed my soul It rocked It made me feel better It rocked It rocked Yeah, yeah, it rocked
souls become useless As the day they were born And the rusted arm rocking chair Away from your storm But still, the truth remains lethal A lie made by man
more beer, I ate more pills Gained myself a spinning head I raised a gun, I killed a man I'm told it was for something he said It's been a year since I said a
a while later, he was Coaching a non-league football team in a Cornwall seaside town. I don't think He recognized her. My sister had put on a lot of
want the funk then you a punk Everybody out of they chairs should go for theirs And if you can find anyone better or as bad as mine That's thick as a dreadlocks and rocks
Instead of becomin' a strong black man Every two weeks I see Sam Pitchin' out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn Because I gotta
the year 2G, gotta get your own Gotta have your home get your phone Getting money from your man that's a NO NO Gotta get a job so you get paid Gotta get a man
fingers Liars for hire with a defense like Jeffery Fygar And rock it like thugs who work for mic club Hyped up and tear the mic up my man Move forward
a moth to the flame. [Roxie Hart] A moth? [Billy Flynn] Now I am a man who will assist and you're a butterfly. Crushed on a wheel! [Roxie Hart] Wait
