They say the Game has the belly of a beast... Blunts for fingers and hollow tips for teeth... Wire taps for ears, Nike Airs for feet.. Blasphemy for prayers, a system for a heart... Rap music for beats, heroin for a son and its married to the streets.. Crack pipes for lungs, and he never sleeps.. Just spies, with dice in his eyes.. Loves life cause he likes when it dies.. With a baking soda soul, he cough up pleasure.. Clothes made out of dollar bills that he sewed together.. He knows, hes clever, jail is his house - Lupe Fiasco youtube/watch?v=Q8TSPjW822k
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 04:00:22 +0000
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