Текст песни Roosevelt Franklin - Organized Konfusion
Don't
forget
to
do
that
thing
for
your
mother,
Roosevelt
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
alright,
alright
Running
upon
the
jagged
edge,
fuck
the
rough
life
When
you
have
to
gain
much
respect
As
an
individual
keepin'
negativity
minimum
Requires
havin'
courage,
respect
him
his
intellect
So
you
gotta
be
on
that
specific
type
of
set
Like
Roosevelt,
especially
when
your
cards
are
dealt
You
see
me,
frankly,
I
don't
give
a
hoot
About
the
blanks
you
shoot
out
of
your
mental
bank,
see
I
like
Roosevelt
'cause
he
ain't
booty
Moody
maybe,
baby,
you're
mad
'cause
he
smashed
up
your
cutie
Playin'
the
courts,
takin'
the
loss
to
wherever
Some
clever
college
edu-ma-cated
individual
With
financial
status
just
to
mess
what
the
bank
stated
Girls
love
it
and
you
can't
look
above
it,
you
hate
it
Peeped
his
method,
you
laid,
you
waited
You
never
ever
contemplated
if
I
pull
a
automatic
Will
I
leave
the
artillery
out
or
just
flight
Check
in
the
night,
you're
out
to
snipe,
my
man
You
can't
stand
upon
sight
of
him
Out
to
fatally
ignite
him
Roosevelt
felt
staticky,
he
knew
things
were
shady
Grady
had,
Bradley's
uzi,
but
he
always
packed
a
clip
or
two
Belongin'
to
a
nickel-plated
380
Givin'
off
the
impression
of
a
clever
nerd
Never
was
a
suspect
when
a
homicide
occured
in
the
suburbs
He
was
referred
to
as
a
respectable
intellectual
Highly
acceptable
rebel
from
the
ghetto
on
the
level
Of
an
intelligent
rapper,
create
him
just
like
Giupetto
The
aggresive
type
and
he's
not
your
puppet
Stickin',
quickin'
enough
to
pull
a
skeezer
with
repetition
After
takin'
aim,
and
buckin'
and
blowin'
the
smoke
away
Then
tuckin'
and
jettin'
home
hopin'
that
no
stunts
are
stuck
in
it
He
needs
sleep
for
eight
o'clock
class
So
as
fast
as
he
crash,
he
might
last
For
six
hours
of
bed
passed
'cause
Roosevelt,
it's
a
scholar
Ivy
league
material,
cully-head
kid
with
brainpower
Six
foot
two
and
we
wear
the
same
size
shoe
He
drinks
brew
and
he
runs
with
my
crew
My
herd
on
a
continuous
basis
in
the
same
places
Rollin'
out
five
deep,
but
it's
only
four
faces
So
I
don't
give
a
two
drip-drops
about
what
those
have
felt
And
if
I
die,
and
if
I
die
(And
if
he
die,
and
if
he
die)
And
if
I
die,
it's
because
of
my
man,
Roosevelt
Roosevelt,
Roosevelt,
Roosevelt,
Roosevelt
Franklin
Roosevelt,
Roosevelt,
Roosevelt
Franklin,
Roosevelt
Franklin
Roosevelt,
Roosevelt,
Roosevelt,
Roosevelt
Franklin
Roosevelt,
Roosevelt,
Roosevelt
Franklin,
Roosevelt
Franklin
Ooh,
I'm
so
confused,
damn,
it
hurts
People
persist
to
treat
me
like
dirt
I
don't
sleep
at
night
time
'cause
dimes
I
don't
drop
I
sling
and
clockers
cease
Commanders
in
Chiefs,
when
I
pop
rocks
Dig
deep
within,
you
might
recognize
me
I'm
the
one
with
the
bloodshot
eyes
Hot
rays
of
sun
beat
down
upon
my
face
as
if
I'll
melt
bacon
Why
the
hell
my
mother
named
me
Roosevelt
Franklin?
I
don't
know,
so
I
strive
to
gain
Only
the
Lord
knows
my
eyes
have
seen
the
pain
Tears
comin'
down
my
cheeks
like
rain
I
was
abused,
they
stripped
the
mind
for
amusement
Now
I
walk
the
path
of
Organized
Konfusion
But
it's
only
a
temporary
formality
'Cause
my
man,
Scott,
turns
illusion
into
reality
A
loaf
of
bread,
a
stick
of
butter
(A
loaf
of
bread)
Somebody's
mother
lies
dead
in
the
gutter
So
I
move
quick
fast
to
get
past
quickly
Swiftly,
at
last
cops
can't
get
with
me
Can't
hit
me,
nah,
never,
I'm
too
nifty,
people
shittin'
me
Products
in
the
projects
so
I
pump
fifties
In
soda
cans,
so
dogs
won't
sniff
me
I'm
takin'
the
proper
precautions
(Yeah)
'Cause
once
my
mother
told
me
she
was
gonna
get
an
abortion
I
can't
keep
track
of
the
fluctuation
of
time
Hallucinogenics
keep
abusin'
my
mind
Gotta
pick
up,
gotta
pick
up,
gotta
pick
up,
gotta
pick
up
More
product,
gotta
move,
gotta
go,
I
can't
get
stuck,
not
here
Not
if
I
wanna
become
Roosevelt
Franklin,
the
employee
of
the
year
I
wear
baseball
caps
over
my
eyes
so
you
can't
make
out
Me
at
night,
when
I'm
standin'
on
the
corner
eatin'
Chinese
takeout
Damn,
I
almost
forgot,
yo,
yo,
I
have
to
break
out
Yo,
don't
forget
your
moms
told
you
to
get
that
stuff
A
loaf
of
bread,
a
stick
of
butter,
container
of
milk
A
loaf
of
bread,
a
stick
of
butter
(A
loaf
of
bread,
stick
of
butter)
Umm,
container
of
milk
(Container
of
milk)
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