wolf pack

im howling at the moon boy gotta be a wolf pack pass me the jale ima move it like a runnin back prove it like i run that crack on that green mile hit the red one hit the black one the blue one the yellow one mello boy i love you son im sniffin out your scent the places that we went and the time that we spent abracadabra bring my baby boys back cut me down like a lumber jack in facts what they do in lookin for a peace of mind well ese im a shoe in this flow be so burnt up my mind is so damn stirred recollecting bullshit word up wake up and my eyes are still blurred up so i turn up the beat press play and repeat waiting for my boys to speak with my pops and and my gs my nana im at peace all I'm feeling is the breeze and the shade from the treez on a constant ima toss it up block monsters rock it up those hands for your gut no knives no gun the deadly weapon in my sector intelligence beyond measure gadget inspector bout to blow some shit up and its strictly for the pleasure