Cities Aviv Slave Play
Port shot vigil
Sam Cooke playing in the distance
The books get cooked, it's not a riddle
I cut my ties with each adversary you brought with you
Shame on me for coming closer, keeping my composure
We flicking on controlllers
Eye for an eye, anodyne, Ayatollah
Take away the pain
I just wanna dance mama, I just wanna sing
I just wanna dance mama, I just wanna be better than the reverie
Jux to my neck
Take away the pain, let's just sever the head
I can't read what I heard, I can't see what I said
Take 'еm to bed, good evening
Stay in your placе when grown folks speaking
Put these soul sucking leeches in my city, they some fine creatures
Look close and see the fine features
Much more than the ice reaches, far about
Kill you with a smile, til you life with a pout, frown upside down
Betcha nigga keep walking
My assessment of the situation determine nothing keeps you out of a coffin but your mental
The inbetween is incidental
Bad critic, good skin and a crooked dental
Black man shouting on the mic from the top of the bandstand
Run it back if any words hit you
Pay it forward, I need this slave painted and waxed for the awards
Smoking on a pack, nigga f..ck it, we here on tour
All in a day's work, all work no play, nigga that's... actually called slavery
So f..ck that shit we out
