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Sippin Coor's light till I'm feelin half right,
till it's feelin like my sight can see through the dark night -
Past all the shadows,
To the battles to come.
And back to the days playin
Rattles and drums
I stay low on the bull
Cuz the cattle are dumb,
Barely half my match when I was
Sucking my thumb -
Still not my match when I'm
Suckin in rum
So my balls big whether or not I'm
Tucking guns.
Compare that to cats who only rap about gats,
Who only play slapbacks if they know they can blast -
The same way rats only attack when en masse
the same way hyenas gotta come out in packs.
But I'm a lone wolf
Neva shook
Neva brook -
Any disrespect
Leads to life gettin took.
Still I read alot of books
to be a cultured gentleman -
Brains make up for numbers
And there's more simpletons -
So I stick to simple sins
And try to stay outta prison,
Cuz I can't see my vision if I can't keep livin
Though my paths are like a prism -
With a million different paths
There's still just me and the world
So that means only two halves.