[Bronze Nazareth] Yo the street planter, meat hand, the pursuit grammar Residue scanned my black camera Brother maracas shined at this gossip, life exploding tunnel I sleep puddles and neat potholes Which Bush got clothes like Kennedy head songs? Instead of me dead zone Fled chrome crashes, now I'ma blow axis off 'Cause no cash is caught, from not black bosses Often I'm off this planet, sing a song like daughter Janet How c**aine grows and my brain thinking off planting I feel the dreams go to seal is my scheme To path rocks like __, OJ pa**ed mountain cops Fountain tops quench thirst, bent verbs blew my high She so beautiful, I lick from cuticle to thigh But she'll never be mine Devilish grin with a heavenly mind Step on landmines, damn mines, it been a ling trip And I'm not sure I've made it yet My baby's sweat 'cause I'm onboard 7/24 She don't se through my lenses or through my expenses In bended knee prayers to the man upstairs With camera glares in my mirrors No insurance, flee the scene with no disturbance Hope the cops don't come searching I'm urging for a pay raise All I'ma have to say raise Hell until the Devil steals my soul And peals my goal From my future, how they shoot you cousin, son I'm bugging Say bye to another one, hi to her grandson With no figure father, the street boggler even elite role model This hole swallow pit-bull, the figure-four model Time fall back in a labyrinth To face the daggers when you're staggering through life like a _ Asking for change and flagging down cabs Buy them bottles in bags that's under abdomens Put on your walking shoes, boy we travelling