freedomforfree

i wanna find god in your eyes the atheist spic king bella to power when i will it you shall be for me te hablo con canela en mi boca y te haria el amor mas dulce i want you to be mine it so shall be  confidence por que nesesitas un hombre fijo que te diga cuanto te ama todos los dias the king needs his queen im lighting red candles mi burundaga por ti and surrounding them con caramelitos por que te queiro because without a queen there is no kingdom there is no beauty sin mi bella no hay belleza no life no hay vida no muse sin ti no hay energia  no hay sabiduria no wisdom without mi amorcito calie

I  think bout pops and how he used to get down Papi used to get down with the da get down unresolved  crimens Unshackled our familias demons and a pimps grin por que papi siempre gana that means cuz pops would win   he'd always win with the power of a  whipering jinn and black and gold kings color is our kin Jun he would say when u chop a car u change all 7 vin's rob a nigga right stick ya knife all da way in papi  smashin bottles runnin his  punto(drug point) checkin up on his ho's  micro and macro economics 101 college of da barrio We fuck the world en our thing en nuestro asunto doing his thing

when i was 13 i did my first geese it was for a cat they called the fish unfortunately these days el no se encuentra nigga got hit two to the grill hes deceased he told me to go to main  hit milton for his stash for su coka and i can keep all his cash said if milt got foxy cuz we know he gots rocks see just put some fire up his ass let me back this up so the slow can keep track when i was 13years old a junior LK i was fuckin round with niggaz who sold crack milt got his shit from the fish the fish gave him credit and so the fish would have his back protection from kings with nickle plated and blue things

para el que nace doblao jamas su cuerpo enderza when i was 13 i did my first geese it was for a cat they called the fish unfortunately these days el no se encuentra nigga got hit two to the grill hes deceased he told me to go to main  hit milton for his stash for su coka and i can keep all his cash said if milt got foxy cuz we know he gots rocks see just put some fire up his a

shell shocked we can twist fancy 2 dollar words we make them ours we mix our vocabs and spit witty fuck you's diguised as how are you's  lyrics that you say are redundant and un intelligent but thats cool  because they are written bout you  slaves to us slaves to you we get down with that life in da science project shit we the human lab rats stroll these walls look for our prize are snickered at by the scientist in their WHITE lab coats   i dont give a fuck if ya dont like me fuck u just dont cross me call my floetic flow my chaotic chaos old call it angry racist call it the not again nigger sto