April 2009
playlife →
SO SAID
So said the little man just hanging at the door upon the highway
this is not my country i can’t see no patriots from up here
i can’t see the glory i can’t see the paths i can’t see any fire burning
these ain’t the woods i was born these are not my boots where i used to walk
these are the men i never never named and these are not my sons
he came out of the house...
B.G. Where da fuck is da real YOU?
The day you say you love me, at night you whisper lies
the moment you get closer’s when you go far behind
sometimes you say you’re wordless, sometimes you speak so loud
somtimes you wear that old black whig and get lost in the crowd
B.G. where da fuck is da real you?
So cmon little sister, and wear that sexy chain
take me on that fuckin’ road where evry love is pain
i...
Just A Start
I kind a like jumping on a car
as i do every single weekend since i’ve been here
looking for a place to call home
there’s only road and road
left
