Woorden:
The Killing Tree

Somehow I knew that this would end And then I finally found my way back home And this is all one master plan To keep us spinning down this endless well

, and every day I see you fall down on your knees It doesn't matter what I say You'll do what you do... In the forest for the trees. There's a halt on

down a cherry tree President number two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree

'cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone Niggaz that got killed

with these Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the breeze [Buckshot Shorty] Trees make my eyes bleed

wonder what it would be like To live some place like you know Piccass, B Show, Ozzy and Harriet You know what cops coming got your Cat out of the tree

dribble out this motherfucker Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker Some day the cops will kill

had a curfew You told me you were out with the boys and baby I believed you So why you lookin' so nervous You know you're gonna deserve this I oughta kill

Look at the sad goodbyes Everyday's a killing time Sun coming up outside No men are born this time Saturday's child stays home Nothing to say so long