Street Corners
Bronze Nazareth
3:18All that I own, I weep on Grew up on 36 mine was filled with dirty tricks Dog was scratching on the surface like the coat was filled with ticks Burn the boat and sink the ships the mission is to rob the rich Sleeper assassins I get the call then they hit the switch Shallow pretences shut the arrows I bent this the universe has endless Into deep space I send this That's how long it takes for you to get the message shot Like fingers gate edges and let the weak make pledges Park all in on steep edges sunbar brawling like the meat headed one Get the spark Edison copy of myself I shed it anytime they test We dead it assigning the credit for those that's really spoon fed it My Platoon they hate to see the sun charted me and bones connect Like we brothers at birth this parted Who was flood the babies looking what they started True to how it's crafted all of my books highly regarded Mind playing tricks as I rose I'm fixing my mental chains and metal stains until you doze Villain rose crystal rings methamphetamine pros Supply these rappers golden globes Exercise for frozen loads sleeper cell poet As the grand rise it flows and lows Cake no bakery act the shell's not on my toes It's hell but still we grew out the fire that's high hopes I'm trying to see the milky way you cool with your block though I'm cocky when it's time to let a silverback fly Go buck at you like a Bronco untill you leave like Flocko Paid colossal cut off my left ear at the art show Home with a hit and run hitting gun get your top blown I need a clone to find my equal my son he be my sequel I hold him in the sun like symbol on the steeple Family can't slavery so fear any my Helix people I went through it so you can feel it Jesus feet easily All that I own All that I own All that I own All that I own I weep on I weep on I weep on I weep Show me you, what you doing? You're not doing nothing