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It’s Friday morning

A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody yawnin'

I got my diploma

Standing in line, I pray to God I hope they choose us

Or I’m back on the corner

It’s Friday morning

A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody’s on it

Don’t know what I’m on to

But somethings shouting it’s telling me

«We can’t stay here», everybody’s goners

Another 360, another 24

Another revolution, think the Earth mimicking me

Finding more similarities with cosmic energy

The morning vis à vis with the joint increasing my synergy

Me? I’m feeling like I’m everywhere there’s ever been

At once when the terror takes his baby jumps beneath my feet

Back to this old job again, back to this old J-O-B

I wonderin' why my papa put me on this turning thing

Or while I’m pondering life, let me go get this burner clean

The baby’s will be up sooner you think, with hunger pains

So how’s it, how’s it, how’s it that everybody who was here this time last year

ain’t make it this time around, so say thanks

Biggie you got’s to hear me now, you only got t-minus 15 before it’s back into

the wild

Snakes they nipping at ya feet, might even peep a sheep howl

I’m banging on the hoods of trains and trash cans just to catch the beat

And never take for granted where you be

Know it’s like a junkyard now might be the safest place to sleep,

but that’s just temporarily

I’m at ya hair like that home perm kits

See I’m been in the crew, but ain’t got no long term vision

Sound like what’s plaguing you, you, and you, and her, and him, and

We’s at the school and she watching us

It’s Friday morning

A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody’s on it

I got my diploma

Standing in line, I pray to God I hope they choose us

Or I’m back on the corner

It’s Friday morning

A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody’s on it

Don’t know what I’m on to

But somethings shouting it’s telling me

«We can’t stay here», everybody’s goners

Well, I hope your hatin' ass smell the smoke before the phoenix walk in

My blood stream; full of burning leaves

Touch screen for the birds and bees, get my options up

We love to trap the thirst, but hate who might be watching us

Sacrifices offered up

Wifing is the alternate to nutting off in all the sluts

They love whoever they around, but probably fucking all of us

Listen close, hear a nigga ego fall to pieces

Bitch, put something on ya feet and get to sweeping

Ask me do I understand, I say «bitch do you capiche?»

Try me like a piece of shit and now I’m forced to be facetious

You can make a masterpiece, they be like «yeah, but who’s ya feature?»

Nigga, I’m my fucking feature, who the fuck are you to me?

Remember knuckles used to be the tool of choice

As little boys we used to use 'em just to prove that we was man enough,

no matter what the damage was

She dancing on the dick, she even let me use the camera

And everything was cool until they kicked us outta Canada

It’s Friday morning

A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody’s on it

I got my diploma

Standing in line, I pray to God I hope they choose us

Or I’m back on the corner

It’s Friday morning

A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody’s on it

Don’t know what I’m on to

But somethings shouting it’s telling me

«We can’t stay here», everybody’s goners

Before I started, regarded as one of the hardest in the yard

No money from a job, I was distracted by these broads

She said «you want that pussy then walk the plank» and

I dove into that ocean, I saw her naked

In the Hall of Angels, chasing lion, tigers, caught a bengal

Best finagle the bagel, ready, willing, and able

Fillin' ya cable with destructions, spontaneous combustion

Alien abductions, plus what the fucks in, platinum plus rappers

Say «hi» when you see me, won’t be say nothing after

I’m a motherfucking bastard, uh

Master of disguise, word to the wise: don’t fuck with me

You the rich and comfortably, we out back: dungaree

Motherfucker please don’t even think to try me

My mind is somewhere else, they pumping «crazy» in my IV

Yeah

It’s Friday morning

A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody’s on it

I got my diploma

Standing in line, I pray to God I hope they choose us

Or I’m back on the corner

It’s Friday morning

A 150 with the kiddies on the school bus, everybody’s on it

Don’t know what I’m on to

But somethings shouting it’s telling me

«We can’t stay here», everybody’s goners

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