"Floss Angeles -3-" Mon Dec-11-06 02:32 AM by empro
Welcome to the unforgivable hustle Blood, sweat, tears Floods, dice bets, and shifting gears The black mans struggle They can't relate so they hate, But love our muscle We were taught to take Cuz they never give Not every mother lives alone Two parents living in the same home got 4 kids over 1 heater... Momma brings them all close like a football huddle How the fuck do you win in a game thats rigged? Live and let live It always rains in Southern California, My steps splash puddles Wonder why they stay high... Could it be cuz their well ran dry Knowing we're just living to die Corner boys don't even try no more and it hurts The only thing they thirst is commerce Either in the booth spittin a rehearsed verse fitted in white tee's khaki's and Converse Forever lost but love to floss Iced out rope chain accessorize my uncle neck/ In his final stroll through the hood in an all black hearse I heard it's gotta get better before it gets worse But what's the price to rock that ice Black Republicans comin for all that American Pie Shit...just leave me a slice
1. "U B Flossin' ..." In response to Reply # 0 Mon Dec-11-06 11:05 PM by PhotoSynthesis
*No Doubt*
>Momma brings them all close like a football huddle >How the fuck do you win in a game thats rigged? >Live and let live >It always rains in Southern California, My steps splash puddles >Wonder why they stay high... >Could it be cuz their well ran dry >Knowing we're just living to die >Corner boys don't even try no more and it hurts >The only thing they thirst is commerce >Either in the booth spittin a rehearsed verse fitted in white tee's khaki's and Converse >Forever lost but love to floss
Gargle -- Rinse -- Spit that shyt! -- *Keep Flossin'*
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
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