The 8 track is Jelly Roll - it played when i got stove
Tripping through the smoke since i was 12 y'old
Bass shaking the ground - corroding my bone
Catch a fire, got the wire
Staring kids up on the streets - breaking beliefs
Of my childhood reverie
Oh - better get it in your soul
Cos' stereo's plays My Jelly Roll Soul
And i'm smoking weed on the sofa
think about the girl of my dream
and herself-portrait in three colors
Straight speech on dreadful corner
I am the one who never feels like foreigner
Cos i always connected by the power - the flower
full of THC - glisten on the tree - i am on thousand degrees
Smoking good weed - not yo shit chemistry
i see - some brothers died choked by the blood sea
Intoxicated by yo fake sheet - not 25 - bad trip
"the billboards, the tv pitches every five minutes,
the flyers and the canvassers and all that (shit);
and they don't care" - They're not thinking about it
Our limits is No limits - i will never feel i'm foreigner
World is a bean - i've been listened since i was a child, man
World is wild - i'm tired - of yo gang-star style
We are outnumbered By our enemy's forces
" the streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood"- sauce
"When the drain finally scab over, all the vermin drown"
The Black saint and the sinner - i'm a dreamer - walking clouds
I shout to u shut Up smoking like Cheech & Chong
The 8 track is the best song
Walking Clouds and his spark tongue
Manufacturing a especial bomb - Super Skunk
From Dutch greenland and
On the stereo Mingus spank bass like the rolling stones
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