Bronze Nazareth - Farewell lyrics

Feat. Willie the Kid [Intro: sample] Tonight in more familiar surroundings, an an*lysis that must Be speculative, personal, subjective… [Bronze Nazareth] Yeah we run from the jakes, next time and no trial Smoke a pool stick titan blunt, meanwhile Ashes on the floor next to the gun with bodies Old women shake heads, condoms break in hotties See the slums like magellen, telling a story not seen by Ghandi Through the eyes of a would be felon If I was slippin' like banana peelings You know the feelin hands burning Unknown corner turning, in the precinct Finger print me like a German D-Day inmate I'm still great held down by colors and some chains I buy heat, it rains, I buy sleep then never wake f** the easy route the hard road'll keep you in shape I'm shipped upstate to truncate my freedom, and I can feel it A n***a running from a blue gun, courts corporate seal it Wish I could pull money from air like the pollutants The new sh**, one twenty, switch to new tints A blueprint of cell 34, my new digs Focus and lift, in the yard roll spliff Breathe continents, papers recite my name infamous Dagger on the floor, adjacent to the shower entrances I'm only in for four, now strech me to the lifer ward Had to cut him for my life, wife gone year four Dehydrated in the box, no socks, no décor No freedom under law, only murphy's law Seeing a hurricane in awe, in the box next Mumia Jamal n***as fall like the roman empire, each night when the siren call [Willie the Kid] I said ummm….. Yeah, Welcome to the meeting of the vikings It's Willie, I'm popping like a vicodin Crib like the Vatican High like the attic, I'm built from the basement Based in the cellar sporadic Man made acid, amphetamine Home made meth lab, we don't do the guest pa** No strangers, trespa** and then it's danger A Wiseman with frankincense at the majors I'm major, majorly make n***as angry You can't tame me I contain the pain hidden slavery Runaway never look back got my papers Freedom too good to beat him better join him Holy oils anoint him, my chick double jointed Catch me in Des Moines Iowa Paid proprietor I pry the game open nobody flyer bruh! Willie the Kid n***a, Bronze Nazareth, yeah The Emba**y