I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon lace you Just don't whatever you do,

Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" My name is Joe Roberts, I work for the state I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville, barracks number 8 I always done an honest job, as honest as I could I got a brother named

You wan'da step into my world It's a sociopsychotic state of bliss You've been delayed in the real world How many times have you hit and missed? Your cat-scan shows disfiguration I want to laugh myself to death With a misfired synapse With a bent

I went down to the station I leaned against the door She rides on eastern You on the train You know I know the Empire State Any time I hear her blow Then I ask the depot agent Let me ride, let me ride the blind Oh depot agent

White Ferrari Bad luck to talk on these rides Mind on the road Your dilated eyes watch the clouds float Had a good time 16: how was I supposed to know anything? I let you out at Central I didn't care to state the plain Kept my mouth closed

I did it my way And did it my way And more, much more than this And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I've traveled each and every

California, rest in peace Simultaneous release California, show your teeth She's my priestess I'm your priest Yeah, yeah, yeah Getting born in the state of Mississippi Her papa was a copper, and her mama was a hippy In Alabama she will swing a hammer

The things you're telling me aren't making any sense Right back up again I'm sick of wishing for someone else to come Our buildings have fallen Our walls all caved in, And we can't comprehend this sad state That we're in so we sift through the ashes Of

A warning sign I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones That I started looking for a warning sign When the truth is Yeah the truth is That I miss you so

I need nothing to be a man Because I was born a man And I deserve the rights to live Like any other man My resistance is getting weaker I cant stand the pressure I cant get any weaker My mind in such a state Sometimes it makes me sick