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Why don't forties come in six pack's?
Posted on: Sat, 03/15/2008 - 4:59pm
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Why don't forties come in six packs?
Ooh, what a sweet life of mine
Yes baby, what a sweet life of mine
If I'm not drinking vodka I'm drinking wine
If not loving you I‘m loving what could be mine
I love graffiti I love art
It sends colored chills up my spine
Ooh baby what a sweet life of mine
When I was born my eyes shined bright
Cause God knew I would be might
He knew that with rags or riches I would do right
If I sinned by day I would do right by night
When I was five I beat boys in marbles
Now I juggle them marbles like gargles
When I was ten I fell in love with the tagger
Now I know the bigger the skill the smaller the dagger
When I was fifteen I knew I was born with skill
By sight or touch I could kill
Ooh baby what a sweet life of mine
Trapped in my own imagination
I plot daily the fall of this nation
Cause the law is busy putting us in a plantation
Always coming up with new ways of incarceration
When I was twenty I gave up love for lust
I knew there was no dick I wanted that I could trust
Living this sweet life I laugh
Cause some think I'm a fan of graffiti
When I graffiti the fan
Cause some think just cause I don't know their shit
I don't know mine
Cause in their world I don't try to shine
Ooh baby what a sweet life of mine
Now I know size doesn't matter
Some things are big but not all are like seawater
You try to ride the tide but you sink cause is nothing but pond water
Ooh baby what a sweet life of mine
Not all can tell a bee from a killer bee
Cause some of you yellow is all you see
Meanwhile the freedom song we sing
And, your heart we sting
For those who have taken my pureness for granted
And made me less with their tongues
I will see you in your last dreams
Full of tear river streams
Don't get me wrong my friend is not you I speak of
But those who will remember me in their last dreams
Make sure your ass I didn't sting
I might not look threatening to your eyes
But know, when I sting is a spell I sing
Yes baby what a sweet life of mine
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