Post by Vallus on Dec 17, 2005 0:49:08 GMT
He smokes piff wit haze, walkin down the interstate
Thoughts abound of puttin rounds into a window pane or a plate
Pain was his fate, stranded by hate,
He feels that the planet is wrongly shaped
He was just in the wrong time in the wrong place,
Gone off on the wrong route to reach out to sum papes
A shotgun, .45 and .38, born to die and early wake
The journey comes down from outter space
It's some dark clouds on the horizon surroundin his face
The drift away slows his pace,
Walks over the barrier, walks over the gate
Goes up the embankment holdin his pay,
The rain slows.....
A rainbow sprouts and his pants show sum stains
Sirens in the distant sound as though they have started to gain
On his location, he's no longer waiting,
Tools on the ground to load for blazin
He chills inna ditch with a bag filled with 100 lbs of golden statements
The jokes where made N he didn't know he would survive the plot
Now he's the only one that wasn't shot
What the fuck....who alerted the cops?
What happened to the lookout perched on the block
Sum1 must have been workin wit them since they began the job
No tellin who it could have been, they all had they images locked
This thickens the plot, he sits back thinkin & drinks a shot
Pulls out another dutch, I'm goin out shootin so wut the fuck
Might as well die high as hell from this blunt.....
Thoughts abound of puttin rounds into a window pane or a plate
Pain was his fate, stranded by hate,
He feels that the planet is wrongly shaped
He was just in the wrong time in the wrong place,
Gone off on the wrong route to reach out to sum papes
A shotgun, .45 and .38, born to die and early wake
The journey comes down from outter space
It's some dark clouds on the horizon surroundin his face
The drift away slows his pace,
Walks over the barrier, walks over the gate
Goes up the embankment holdin his pay,
The rain slows.....
A rainbow sprouts and his pants show sum stains
Sirens in the distant sound as though they have started to gain
On his location, he's no longer waiting,
Tools on the ground to load for blazin
He chills inna ditch with a bag filled with 100 lbs of golden statements
The jokes where made N he didn't know he would survive the plot
Now he's the only one that wasn't shot
What the fuck....who alerted the cops?
What happened to the lookout perched on the block
Sum1 must have been workin wit them since they began the job
No tellin who it could have been, they all had they images locked
This thickens the plot, he sits back thinkin & drinks a shot
Pulls out another dutch, I'm goin out shootin so wut the fuck
Might as well die high as hell from this blunt.....
