Do Not Feed The Radio

So now you see me, down near 'trodden, voo doo forgotten, far to far from my home

She said son you're gonna turn around, turn around and write this song
She said son you're gonna sing it loud, sing it loud, the world will know

They put a bit of daydream in my head
And I believed in every word and psalm she read

My mama told me boy you better get your head on right
and roll on like 5 nada at a stop - red light
That's right proceed while the traffic just creep
they rolling with the crowd you rolling F 20 Deep
The heart of the beat, the head of the hustle
the grin is what it is cuz I got nothing but love for
the devils out to revel in untimely demise
But the occasion is coming and I'm intending to rise

Let it go son, Do Not Feed The Radio

They put a bit of daydream in my head
And I believed in every word and psalm she read

You just a trivial character in this game of pursuit
to get loot my pants sag, though I'm wearing a suit
I couldn't give a damn if you wanted to give me the boot
I flow on like free style so your point is moot
You couldn't put in a box, like a flock of sheep trembling
send a million men to offend me but then again
you will find I'm the creme de la creme
So I'm gonna rise to the top and bring the game to an end

Let it go son, Do Not Feed The Radio

I would have been there all hippy and nonsense,
broke & lonely like nobody knows
But she saved me on a mountain of Mary
and my darkest day became my own cornerstone

My mama told me... she said they're no good for you boy

Let it go son, Do Not Feed The Radio