We often speak on a wayward wind
on wayward sins and fairweather friends that grew tight from beginning 2 end
knocked back glasses like asses of tainted gin
my sin is not telling u i love u enough
not tellng u 2 go getcha stuff if u want it bad enough just because things got tough and out of the way
what i'm suppose 2 say is u can do anything as long as there is honor in your cause
because that would mean u r justified in my eyes
and i'll b you're no.1 cheerleader( minus the pom-poms and the uniform)
We often speak on a wayward dream
a dream that seems so farfetched at best you would only accomplish it with the favor of David, 2b blessed in a spiritual rest, but it's just a test 4 us
u c because you're in a spot where we always wanted 2b and that dream is quite visible so we all visualize and c
but baby don't 4get about ME!!!!
I never 4got the times about the rhymes that got thick like the grime in the dirtiest places when we all had dirty faces and dirt in places were even the Good Lord don't c but that's how shit b
Oh my niggamynervemyjellyjamperserve4real cause u my nigga and this just a small part of what brother(and sister)hood means 2 me...