Squeaky Fromme
Yo J, you bought this bitch's food
Yo, these bitches ain't payin for shit
They up here eatin, and gettin ready to plan
to go to somebody else's house after this
They usin us man, fuck this!
{cut n scratch: "Look hear bitch!"}
Bitch you got a fat stomach
Your braids look tacky, and you're fuckin broke
Like Rakim said, _I Ain't No Joke_
You're posin as a high-class stinky-ass hoodrat
Fuck behind any man's back, bum bitch at the Shark Bar
Lookin like an aardvark with a fucked up parked car
Got the nerve to have a diamond, I'm em
Grey Street
Look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
Just listens to abuses
And by the kitchen sink
She thinks, "Hey!
What do I make of this?
I'm latest on life
How did it end like this?"
Oh, then the wrongs in her heart fall
And she feels the weighted lies
And the colors mix together to grey
Grey Street
Begging now the difference
She prays to God most everynight
Although she swears He doesn't listen
There's hope in her that He just might
She said, "I Pray!" (she said,"I Pray!") (she said,"I Pray!")
"But they fall on deaf ears
I'm supposed to take it on all of myself
To get out of this place."
But soon the wrongs in her heart fall
And then she rode the light in
Well the pain and this hate is over
And again she sees the pain
And then the colors mix together to grey
On Grey Street
So come, live again
Take what you can from your dreams
Make it real and insane
Takes the work out of the courage
She says, "Please!" (she says,"Please!") (she says,"Please!")
"There's someone sleeping outside my door
I live on the corner of Grey Street
And the end of the world."
And the wrong in her whole plan
Is as hopeless as the day she came
And the man she calls her father
Ignores her and ignores her pain
Oh, when I walk out in the morning
What a lovely sunlight
And all the colors mix together to grey
On Grey Street
On Grey Street
It's Grey Street, you go
So, if you don't see your Heaven
Don't convince yourself you're done
Just 'cause the things around you seem heavy
Doesn't mean you can give up this ground
When you hold me down in the heart now
Move out and, oh, the wait is over
Oh, might notice of your worry
One another, hey, stay alive
And the colors mix together to grey
On Grey Street
On Grey Street
To grey...
Yeah, yeah...