I'm going there to give 'em cash, hear 'em laugh bring 'em back
If i cant tear down these walls I'll slip 'em through the cracks.
If that crack ain't big enough, I'm sick enough to get committed,
Where he's been I ain't been, allowed to visit, and I miss him.
They put me in a submission hold, got him living in a hole.
Give me the rope, pull it back, cut him slack he's getting old.
This cold does nothing for his brittle bones..he's shaking.
Always put on hold that prison phone's always taken
They put me on a speaker but my voice is breaking up.
I'd like to think he caught bits and pieces before the gates got shut


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I prove a theorem and the house expands:
the windows jerk free to hover near the ceiling,
the ceiling floats away with a sigh

Post edited at 10:43 pm on Sep. 6, 2008 by Young Deezy

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I'm from Africa, BITCH!

See you around, and wishing you all the best :).