E.K. Bush - Make it Special lyrics

Make it special, not delicious but like spatial in my mind, curves and dimes, rolling the weed like facial cream, so smooth, rub that dirt off the shoulders no DOYS can solve the problems of this kid, named sid, true blood on the ground, from verbal shots of sound of the children that run and play on the slides, chutes into the floor mud such dries and becomes the crud we break this building of steel and cold, where is the fire to warm and heal. living southside, my boys gots to protect their hide we roll tinted window, but cant see the books A-B on nintendo, jump real high avoid the crooks so we pray, dear jesus, k** the fetus trump trump, i am the don drop the hammer on my gloch, no boardwalk lined with body chalk we turn, we look, to the top but Obama just flop on the beach, no reach to the ghetto slammer Divided States of America, two countries, the joker laughs as laws pa**ed of politouchies can get wet, treble now set, here my ba** beat, we will join as one voice raise hell and heat gas of BTUs on high burnin down the king's throne but watch the predator drone is shown dropping bombs of despair and suburbs dont care about the little people wear absesbtobie and b**h is dragging on the ground like a crack addicts twitch.