Im counting down to the day deserving fitting for a king Im waiting for the time when I can get to Arizona Cause my money is spent on the goddamn rent Neither party is mine, not the jackass or the elephant 20,000 niggy niggy brothers in the corner Of the cell block but they come from California Population is none in the desert and sun With a gun cracker running things under his thumb Staring hard at the postcards, isnt it odd and unique Seeing people smile wild in the heat? 120 degrees, cause I want to be free Whats a smiling face when the whole states racist? Why I want a holiday? Damn it, cause I wanna So what if I celebrate it standing on a corner I aint drinking no 40, thinking time with a nine Til we get some land, call me the trigger man Looking for the governor, huh? He aint lovin ya, ha? But here to trouble ya, hes rubbin ya wrong Get the point and come along, and he can get to the joint I urinated on the state while I was kicking this song Yeah, he appear to be fair The sucker over there, he try to keep it yesteryear The good ol days, the same ol ways that kept us dyin Yes: you, me, myself, and I indeed What he need is a nosebleed Read between the lines, and then you see the lie Politically planned... But understand, thats all she wrote When we see the real side that hide behind the vote And they cant understand why he, the man Im singin bout a KING They dont like it when I decide to mic it Wait, Im waitin for the date For the man, who demands respect Cause he was great, C’mon Im on the one mission to get a politician to honor Or hes a goner by the time I get to Arizona
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 22:44:36 +0000