Steak not Acetate

Working in another Homegirl Working on orders Homegirl Over the Border Homegirl Over the Parchuka Essa In the twilight I love whos staring back at my eyes And back in my life On my back pages I was thinking I was going Through phases Everything thing that aint a Proper noun now Everything is people and places A comprehensive collection Of th collect awareness I was there when, and then it wasn’t So important I was on her jock then And we went to hit send And we argued all about it. Young throwed trigger shoots Crack dealers wearing suites Crack addicts in combat boots See if you know whats got into you See if you know why it used To be so much better So to every letter and every bomb Blew up when were calm thats true. 5150 salute 5150 dues Over……the top I said Over….the finances Over…all the crying baby Over…dying baby Over…. 5150 gravy Under……the pressure Under….. the tow under…. The table under ….. Throw in the fable Under……stood her nature Beside….we so wreckless lately beside ….we have so many babys Beside…its not that heavy baby Beside the pool, we lay all day baby To Whom it may concern Who ever it may be Whatever happens, we ready Where it takes us andretti When the levy breaks and hits accellerate When the real separates from the fake Baby we eat steak not acetate