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I still smoke to the cigarette butt, I drink til I end up being that cluts, clumsy, self-destructive dummy, stumbling over my words, mumbling, ... Ill probably do it tonight.. Leave the bar, leave the car, then pass out like a fetus in a jar, with my feet up to the stars, then dream about that light that leads up to the lord, or have nightmares bout my mama getting beat up in the yard, wake up feeling like half a human, hit the studio with at least this guilt and regret for my lack of union between rap, you, and the rock and roll community... but unity between country music and mcs, Im claiming immunity... still Im working, sawing, milling this tree, building this house exactly how I thought it should be,... wanna take a tour ? lets see, I got florida ceiling windows in a cabin style mansion, bucks, bears, trucks, boats, tires, spares, four wheelers, 3 wheelers, 2 wheelers, and a drug dealer.. On Call Plaques on the wall, racks on the wall, from the guns on the wall, Lift kits, lowriders, high tops, low tops, cowboy boots, dixie flags, American flags, american tags on my slumerican ass, (cough cough) CEO, I got my name on the bath robe and the flame on the back porch is lit... guess whos coming to dinner? Andre 3000 and Hank the Third... go figure, I got two stand up jet skis, a top Pedigree horse, just to pet and feed of course,.. who rides a horse in Nashville?... I might... I got bicycles for the kids, tricycles for the babys, M80s, bottle rockets, bottles in my pocket, moonshine, gold watches, gold rings, all fake, no bling, dont hate thats my thing... I got new clothes, old clothes, vintage, tremendous, endless style... goodwill loves me Macklemore than you... I got flat screen tvs, skate videos on repeat, all mp3s, beats by dre, thank you Jimmy Ivene for the check... Ive got a fine black woman, Phi Phi, with a ring on her finger that could give sight to the blind... a $5, a $10, a couple hundreds laying on the counter... I dont know where that came from... I got artwork for hard work, yard workers for yard work, Please dont look under the tarp sir!, Im growing weed for my mama there... Ive got a paved driveway, pictures in the hallway, of me on my harley, And I did it My Way... See, Hip-Hop is what you make of it. and I make a lot....
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 07:38:41 +0000

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