Getting the Prize After Roling the Dice Maybe this day will bring us all together where divided us once was the fork that each other once chose to make formally as permanent left or right turn about which white was ok to burn with while earning our feathers. which remains unturn. to the squads in front of the ghetto and getting acknowledged from people where we all came from as gnats under the government specifiacally targeted, with new changes yall made to steady gain a slow respect that deepened over a decade in terms of love and enough respect for the gangsters still climbing above the eagle as ranked shoulder to the flank hating guys that got better supplies back then have let up on us. anyway yo terrence Yo trike to the swap meet, we gonna tie knots up at future where you got planned for me more advice to take as facts. I throw myself back as south trusting in love i fall and feel the toilet paper catch me from the beneath my ass and hold me way up a whole 6 inches off of the ground Thats where i found the floor beneath me mac, succeeded at keeping it locked. Like weed gets lit puffed on pass and puff, Loyalty runs deep between us from the fountains to the mop. Right where it cuts the swamp and hillbillies crossed paths with us seperately indefinately and we ounce in yarn that counts for blood ties between east coast and wu tang clans new routes, You boys are Joust just as jits niw griwn to to knights and Since this stitch held up at the bounce, our live amounts. And anybody outside of the park is a threat to us vowed. Humble we Crownced. Mr. Rogers aint got shit on drivebys in the hood clounce. You boys making me proud to be a part of hallelujah no more black and white doubts amongst our crowd. Turn up the GOUT I still got shit to say for my homies still too fucked up mentally from emotional strain on the stone that remains. afloat. 1 2 3 on train We toot it the same. wassup outside. We are East Side Kinights. freinds of kites. Name tags tucked under my rights boiiii.... Princess WuBu on Chains. East side swak baby it violet with that kleenex for you. sprayed with perfume and some style. tape it to your scrapbook. Its the only one i promised.