paroles de chanson Muder She Wrote - Blezs
Yurr
Checking
in
from
the
hood
From
this
porch
my
eyes
have
seen
a
bunch
of
brashness
Ducking
for
cash
purses
get
snatched
Discarded
bags
the
trashes
of
addicts
Mathematicians
on
the
ave
perform
acrobatics
Gymnastics
with
their
product
and
then
they
stash
it
Bend
it
stretch
it
like
elastic
left
only
fractions
Like
quarters
and
halves
and
adolescence
laugh
Replaced
with
tears
show
sadness
fatherless
past
Lacking
passion
only
love
for
the
streets
Man
no
love
for
the
weak
You
either
get
down
or
lay
down
You
lay
down
you
stay
down
From
sprayed
rounds
and
shells
in
the
street
Next
to
chap
stick
Make
you
wonder
who
walking
with
chapped
lips
Elevator
with
the
scent
of
piss
like
kid's
mattress
Mother
still
cooking
fried
chicken
steamed
cabbage
With
mac
and
cheese
on
the
side
The
government
kind
Up
in
the
line
with
the
EBT
The
hell
with
her
pride
She
got
the
card
we
ain't
trying
to
hide
We
trying
to
survive
And
it's
hard
with
a
baby
that
cries
Right
through
her
eyes
And
the
9 to
5 plus
her
little
brother
getting
high
But
it's
cool
cause
she
understands
it
Cause
she
experimented
Before
she
even
was
apparent
She
wasn't
hearing
it
I
guess
deaf
eyes
are
something
we
grow
And
I
guess
Death
is
something
we
know
And
what's
next?
Next
is
something
for
broke
And
the
devil
is
a
bitch
cause
it's
murder
she
wrote
In
our
defenses
our
picket
fences
resemble
chain
links
Replaced
all
the
masters
and
whips
with
Bush
and
Cheney
Too
much
for
blackie
to
fix
Obama
save
me
First
they
were
riding
his
dick
and
now
they
angry
Shit
getting
treated
like
shit
and
nothing
changing
And
nothing
janking
your
mind
planking
remember
slavery
4 years
don't
equal
400
hardly
compares
Pray
his
healthcare
is
better
than
the
welfare
I
hope
the
soldiers
overseas
fighting
practice
stealth
there
And
kids
way
badder
these
day
bring
back
the
belt
years
Give
that
bad
bullies
some
jollies
So
catching
bodies
with
a
shotty
Inside
a
college
lobby
no
longer
hobbies
And
play
some
Lodi
Dadi
in
the
party
It's
more
hearty
and
hardly
dangerous
when
mixing
it
with
Bacardi
It's
plenty
hatred
in
the
world
face
it
But
what's
the
motivation
for
education
with
no
jobs
for
the
educated
Now
the
children
with
their
ignorance
embrace
it
Become
complacent
getting
lazy
playing
play
station
Whatever
game
is
they
favorite
go
out
and
imitate
it
And
now
tell
me
ain't
no
truth
within
my
statement
I
guess
deaf
eyes
are
something
we
grow
And
I
guess
Death
is
something
we
know
And
what's
next?
Next
is
something
for
broke
And
the
devil
is
a
bitch
cause
it's
murder
she
wrote
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