beautiful noise
Singer:diplomats, the
we live life to the fullest
three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike
and uncle ricky got a month and some change
and it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the pain
the nights could get chilly
but the morning's much colder
i've seen summers get cold
and niggaz do it up until the point they done and the fold
they can't succumb to the cold
just like some fucking lost kittens
they get locked up for carrying boy
doing time underground up in marion
you do your time like gotti
and come home like that marion boy
through the lies and deception
had to ride through neglection
pops and moms was an addict
my puffing scums is a habit
i need me a contingency plan
my pops with the syringe in his hand
he was leaning and nodding
uncle ricky your mission is like afeni was robin
you should've seen the apartment
all i ever wanted was franks and beans i was starving
crack fiends on the carpet
but if it wasn't for grandma
i swear i'm in love with my grandma
that's why i only does it for grandma
that's when i roll in the street
i pray she covers me from the crown of my head
i figured its means as a minor
look at the foods ad fibers
the dude with the cubes will snipe ya
i learned don't fool with rider from pop
i take it all from the buyers