
Date of issue: 06.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchestral
Song language: English
High |
Claiming the, city is mine, prettiest dime |
I don’t like the way that people defending Kelly in public |
Wide spoken on the, quote it |
Similar, get it |
tatted |
Below the shoulders spelling, «Jean Grae» |
Inside picket fences and larger houses imitating |
My life of living is a constant struggle |
Juggle with empty hands |
Troubled and worried about the future plans |
Hoping God’s looking out of high windows |
Keep climbing, keep falling back |
Sip a little Cognac |
holding pennies inside a wallet |
Instead of dollars holler if you feel it |
The quest for dollar, an achievement |
Bleed until my final hour, believe it |
This hunger never quit, it only goes deeper |
Get high, try to get my burn on like a ton of reefer |
I’m a fiend |
Stay on my mind, it’s all green |
You don’t even respect the history, or bother to notice |
Street in effect credit, somebody’s child is claimed dead, but fuck it |
He used it in a single, most of you using less bars and more hooks |
Juggling titties, sell a song |
And crooks and criminals in Entourage but nobody’s wrong, come off it |
I’ve seen a puff and plenty, in case the bass is friendly |
Can never kill, I’m ruthless only for the mic to |
You can keep your cases for shit, I’m chasing this dream |
Running a thousand feet in the sand, envisioning cream |
Replacing rock, hitting brick walls, door shut |
Take my picture blow it up, post it on promo |
Fighting it solo, to rock the boat |
Alone in it, praying like Charlie for golden tickets |
I’m sick of women diminished by bitches claiming they kick it |
Written strictly from the heart, skin will never be seen |
Not for green |
Niggas dying |
Higher than kites, blood on they flyest clothes |
Lying hoes, repping women, stripping, neglecting they children |
Deconstruct an education as quick as they could be gaining elevation |
But it’s always easy to dumb it, you want it you got it |
A nation of instant gratification |
Either microwaving or speeding to some fast |
Scheming to reaching, American dreaming is catching up |
I mean you walking home and might get hit by a sniper |
Life is always unappreciated, especially us |
It could be genocide for certain 'less we strengthen it up |
Awake and take control and be the colors we blush |
Creation never meant to get as far as a bus |
Forsaken, all the splendor rendered us blind |
Thinking the role of recline |
Watch Green Mile to open my mind |
And take me to other places with Michael Duncan and Tom, gotta feel me |
Too much of something’s never good, keep it only for nights |
dream, state of mind’s all green |
Name | Year |
---|---|
You Never Know ft. Jean Grae | 2004 |
Hater's Anthem | 2003 |
Somebody's Gotta Do It ft. Jean Grae | 2004 |
Soda & Soap ft. Masta Ace | 2008 |
The Illest ft. Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead | 2006 |
Nothing | 2015 |
Joker | 2015 |
Hands On Experience pt II ft. Bobbito Garcia, Jean Grae, Kool Keith | 2018 |
So Glad It's Over | 2015 |
SFSC | 2015 |
Brooklyn In My Mind ft. Mos Def, Memphis Bleek, Jean Grae | 2007 |
Underneathu | 2015 |
U&Me&Everyone We Know | 2013 |
Bits Pt. 1 | 2016 |
FUCKERY LEVEL 3000 | 2016 |
Football Season Is Over | 2016 |
37. | 2016 |
ACME (take it to the wall.) | 2016 |
mask. | 2016 |
Crayon Ruins | 2016 |