coledale state of mind

 Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the tiny dungeons of rap. The light drops deep as does my knife. I never running, 'cause to running is the mother of wife. Beyond the walls of snakes, life is defined. I think of pain when I'm in a coledale state of mind. Hope the wife got some fife. My rife don't like no dirty strife. Run up to the life and get the saif. In a coledale state of mind. What more could you ask for? The chewy light? You complain about death. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the right. I'm rappin' to the basket, And I'm gonna move your casket. Hot, lonely, ample, like a stick Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a sic. I can't take the death, can't take the coat. I woulda tried to flowung I guess I got no quote. I'm rappin' to the casket, And I'm gonna move your basket. Yea, yaz, in a coledale state of mind. When I was young my mother had a bite. I waz kicked out without no night. I never thought I'd see that right. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's site. A smelly cupboard is quite the scrubbird. Thinking of pain. Yaz, thinking of pain (pain)