But antiquated institutions always seem the hardest to subvert so Jackson was condemned to spend a lifetime throwing pearls into the dirt John Cage
Why don't ya'll take a look into my life? See what I see At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops Learnin' how to seduce niggaz, takin' they loot Quickly
goin around town talkin bad on that girl She wouldn't let you fuck now you're mad at the world You try to buy love get her roses and some pearls She said
be Nothin' in that life is new to me We roll like eyes on a ghetto girl Brushin' off some no-man cause she's his ghetto pearl We into livin' beyond not
master the beef It's so real, if I don't see you, I'm snatchin' ya peeps It's on, nigga, whoever get hit first, is gonna kiss dirt My soldiers, cold blooded
the sun to the Earth For what it's worth, my turf is rough and rugged so I gave birth To a dream where cream lies between All the dirt and the gravel
the beggar king twists his story into glory after glory telling tales to strangers dying for category he straggles through the city with a burning cigarette
My girl America is just a youth in this world Her smile is more precious than the sparkle of pearls And though her age reads she's just a young girl The
one: the one shut Catches the dead. The clouds pass by. God hovers over us and shrieks We don't hear the slightest crackle Can't see the slightest smiles And we blur into
that she wasn't waiting for him to go into the world with her at all no, she was in fact waiting for him to invite her into his house so she could read
fate at home, boy, y'all know 'em Never get in the herd, never get into church Never cook in your life buried 6 feet under dirt Never hate, never envy
me baby You were nobody else That's what I'm looking for deep inside of you That hidden precious pearl Not the act of love From an imaginary girl I can't buy into
instrumentaling Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit 'em like the l at 60th and market South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it Take
Watching others pull into their homes While he was drifting On a line Of his own Off the line Off the side By the by As dirt turned to sand As if moved
none" I've had enough of you actin' tough You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff Talk about a battle but you don't wanna do it You got yourself into
back No imitation cajun gonna get to that Got a red bandana and a rose tattoo She got a mind of her own, nobody tells her what to do Diamonds, pearls
that's whut I'm statin' This nigga ain't hatin', I speak my mind I'm the next Sniper, and the next Columbine The next World Trade, Kamikaze Bomber Next Pearl
