Texty:
Broken Records A Promise

On this hill top I buried you As a younger man We gathered 'round Your empty husk And spoke of how you were so loved And as the sun died I promised

ways, guess that they don't know ya 'Cause today, that was yesterday, yesterday is over, it's a different day Sound like broken records playing over But you promised

find peace of mind Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the plague

I live What I regret I won't relive I won't forget that You forgive me He's my distraction 'cause He know my passion is You His broken record plays '

a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal That's why I'm real and I ain't afraid to steal Straight from the street, backed up by a funky beat If you don

lets take a trip just sit back and light a spliff with this and dont slip on a funky dope track jump back strapped with the fat buddha sac and a '78

a double gear, i just got his girl's number he gonna need another chick make a part my other chick then put on a punishment she said she's a ...man she

heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted 'bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin' to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream

, let's take a trip Just sit back and light a spliff With this and don't slip On a funky dope track, jump back Strapped with the fat Buddha sac And a '