215, 215, and 215 is what my darts hit
in the archdiocese, bullseye was the target
man, look, I broke the archbishop's name down to a mission
the catholic church been had me on, wasn't trying to hear it
sleep walking through death, each step was a trip
with no luggage...born ultimatum and shit
who these cats laughing for real at, maybe it's them
the mayan calendar got u.s. putting eses in my trenches
what the fizzzuk black guerrilla fam' saying 'bout that
I was cool with the original poverty that I had
nowadays, the whole city getting moved from the map
so, when I spit, it's to basically move the shit back...
Last edited by ChristO; 06-20-2008 at 09:43 PM.