THIS ONE GOES OUT...

to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?

to all the killas and the hundred dolla billas
real niggas who ain't got no feelings

To all the Brooklyn girls
To all the French girls
To all the Oriental girls
Chinese, Japanese

To all the Swiss girls
To the Italian women
To the Upper East Side nubiles

To all the Jamaican girls
And to the topless dancers

Australian
And Brazilian

To the southern belles
To the Puerto Rican girls
To the stewardesses flying around the world

Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim
Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game
Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery
Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy
To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend
Who carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
And most importantly you: the customer

this one is dedicated to all the ravers in the nation

...to my man, the groove merchant
coming through with beats for which i've been searching
like two sealed copies, of expansions
i'm like tom vu with yachts and mansions

to all the ladies in the place with style and grace

john the barman and mickey green
this one goes out to all the drinkers
at the red lion
and our friends, though they are few
angel, johnny pain, keith charity
this one's for you
and what's left of your nerve will get you through

all the sunbathers
staring at the sun
this one goes out to the
invisible children - as yet unborn
and our friends
though they are few
overcoat boys with more brains than brawn
this one's for you
and all that sail in the
dead sea navigators
this one's for you

...to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
A simple prop to occupy my time

I send this out to my niggas on the streets
The motherfuckin made Niggas
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas

This song is dedicated to Natalie Holloway
I feel for her daddy so I wrote this on father's day
I know she gone, but she ain't far away
I just had a daughter, pass me that cigar 'Ye

to all the baby's mamas, mamas...
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

to all the killas and the hundred dolla billas
real niggas who ain't got no feelings

― #fomo that's the motto (Hurting 2), Friday, August 30, 2013 Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

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