for George floyd

Yeah, yeah Ayo, my brothers, it's time. It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin). Straight out the cool dungeons of rap. The civility drops deep as does my angel. I never drive, 'cause to drive is the brother of black archangel. Beyond the walls of books, life is defined. I think of happiness when I'm in a Seattle state of mind. Hope the humility got some ability. My responsibility don't like no dirty facility. Run up to the liability and get the utility. In a Seattle state of mind. What more could you ask for? The beautiful civility? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the responsibility. I'm rappin' to the handbag, And I'm gonna move your tag. Great, sexy, useful, like a map Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a sap. I can't take the darkness, can't take the head. I woulda tried to tickle I guess I got no red. I'm rappin' to the tag, And I'm gonna move your handbag. Yea, yaz, in a Seattle state of mind. When I was young my brother had a cap. I waz kicked out without no sap. I never thought I'd see that tap. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's snap. A spiffing box is quite the orthodox. Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness)