Lyracs Lyrics

To everyone that listens, Listen

Inspiration given from me Sitting, Getting Visions from me drifting

Shit Couldn't be different If I missed It

This is just me living, kisses from a distance

Wind blowin I been knowin How to get open from nature

Spit omens and Poems Sober, I'm Gangsta

High off life my favorite potion Is emotion of anger

I approach life at so many Angles

an Angel, sat on my shoulder like thank you

More excepted the fact that being so gifted is a blessing

I let loose when I cry out bring your wet suit

Dont understand Is not an excuse Bless you

Everyone that knows, Goes to show lessons always come 3-fold

we know, say the ones who be enlightin' minds

and blank faces from those whos simply Writing rhymes









Dont need no Paper, dont need no pencil

dont need no love lettter...

Cause I just want to get along with you

Dont need no beeperr, Dont need no Cellularrr

Going Digital's betterr

I just want to get along with you











I find my grooves on iTunes

but whats the use of money, Currency should be fine tuned

We in a time of a recession,

so why is Niggas focusing they rhymes in on there blessings, I find this shit depressing

So I will give a lesson

Robin Hood Blacked on the greedy

and in a minutes time he gave back to the needy

So while y'all getting Fat on the T.V.

Cats in the Hood give me Dap when they see me

So If I put a bunch Of crap on a Cd, Its cuz yall Get the Crack though a freebie

No mixtapes These is EPs,My LPs help the Label breathe Easy

So Cop It when They drop it, Its hot product

But you dont need the Money to get the Shit that I spit

hold that in your heart, Rock It

and turn up that iPod that's in your pocket











Dont need no Paper, dont need no pencil

dont need no love lettter...

Cause I just want to get along with you

Dont need no beeperr, Dont need no Cellularrr

Going Digital's betterr

I just want to get along with you













Im happy with the Cash that I got, but after I jotted my Hancock I was back on the block

am I keeping It real If when after 20 mill I still reflect on life without a deal

Will, the powers that be devours me If I say I hate the shit that television sees

Or rather what television shows me

Do these shows show what I go through with my homies

Rhiannas Boots cost more than a Sophmore tuition at Rice, Must I give you a price

My niggas is nice, but get hit with the nightsticks From Police

This Is the life I live and It's Trife

Pray to To god and she kissed me goodnight, I got cash now

So when you human devils face me I dont back down

Why buy my story you could lease It like the Background

listen a little and you get it its simple















Dont need no Paper, dont need no pencil

dont need no love lettter... (Yea Its Charles Hamilton)

Cause I just want to get along with you

no beeperr, Dont need no Cellularrr (I dont do it for money I been blessed)

Going Digital's betterr (Thank you god)

I just want to get along with you



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