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When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the door knob said:
"FEED YOUR HEAD"

here's a knock on his door it's his homeboy
Your mom's gone? He pulls out a chrome toy
Where'd you get that from? The kid asked
We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed
It was the first time he ever held a real gun
To get one of these you gotta steal one
We too young they won't let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us we can fiya back
Who is they and why would they blast at me?
Cause you from the hood fool, this is family

my science project was in the school arena
cuz I made a bong out this old steam cleana

smoke 'till my eyes turn japaneese
me and Carlos split half-a-tree
now I don't pimp but gigolo
I blow big indo wit my niggaro
gotta mouth full of cotton cuz I'm off green butta
mari-juana mayn love her
(this is some good ass weed beesh)
ain't it though I wonder if they gonna play this on the rad-io
I hope so I need to pay my rent
split that sweet down the middle pimp

grinding late at night,i paid the price and listen to you
bitch at me, you start bring up tha past thats history, never
again will i jeprodice thats a promise that i'll memorize
real love never dies,its paradice no matter where we at
tha movies,tha club,six flags or super track, i was
a drop out no education what so ever, but you stuck
with me through all kinds of fucked up weather,
hopin' days would get better like i said they would, they
said stand by your man and their you stood,

yo homeboy, pass me dat
Yo, this is the song i wrote for the girl I love.
Her name, Mary Jane




Now you can do snow or get wet as the rain
Me man I got jane in my brain
Of course I kick doors for white horse
But my wife mary-jane I never get divorced
Cause she be tha only one fit for a playa
The green eyes and the pretty red hair
The hoes sick cause them jelous bitches wanna
Vyla coma vana Mariajuana
You was born in Mexico but I took the chance
And brought your ass across to the promise lands
I love to lay you down so soft in my swisha
act like a freak and let all my niggaz hit ya
I got your picture on all my walls
mama caught us kissin wanna call the laws
My family thinks you nothin but trouble
Cant see how you helped me through the struggle

Mary-go-round round and round
Oh let the mary-go-round
pass the sweet

But they all do sort of the same thing, and that is rearrange what you thought
was real, and... hmm... they remind you of the beauty of pretty simple things.
You forget, because you're so busy going from a to z, that there's... hmm ...
24 letters in beetween...
You turn on, tune in, and you drop out...

Release Me...
Open a door, get him out of there!
No wait!
Release Me...
I know there is much we could learn from each other, if we could negotiate a
truce. We could find a way to co-exist. Can there be a peace betwen us?
Peace... No peace...
Then, what is it you want us to do?
Die...!