The Butcher - Homeboy Sandman

I’m still tryna get on

Eastside Sodom and Gomorrah

Good morning

Who they insult dog here to poop on

Skies grey, not poupon

Stuck 'pon lukewarm

My waters not too calm

A storm’s going on

Roshomon

All the story’s different sides

It’s normally smiles, not the sighs, that I emphasize

Is it being too precise, to say that fighting suicide is just a part of life?

WAY THINGS ARE GOING

Don’t fear the poltergeist

Yo it is every human’s right to see God eating rice

CHANCES AREN’T

WAY THINGS ARE GOING

THE BUTCHER

FLESH IS WEAK

THE BUTCHER

FLESH IS MEAT

CHANCES AREN’T

WAY THINGS ARE GOING

I couldn’t make it up

Yo lemme break it down, I’m always breaking up

But we be making love

And she ain’t ever breaking nuts how I don’t make enough

I say «good luck»

But luck ain’t never trumping taking lumps

I’ve come to find that nothing’s sacred over God forsaken months

And being men don’t make us mice

But then, don’t make us monks

Growing up I couldn’t debunk

The Nas and Nore story 'bout the bodies in the trunk

WAY THINGS ARE GOING

«Yo where’s the pussy?»

I was stumped

To then became the cat that beat the pussy while it stunk

CHANCES AREN’T

WAY THINGS ARE GOING

THE BUTCHER

FLESH IS WEAK

THE BUTCHER

FLESH IS MEAT

CHANCES AREN’T

WAY THINGS ARE GOING

Anyway I got a son

And a girl that puts me number two

She puts him number one

But that’s wassup

And when we talk she teach me how to walk without a crutch

And how to walk without a strut

And recognize that sometimes people beg without a cup

I’m so excited by her touch

I’m tryna hold her tight but i’m a klutz

We building trust, but if I don’t believe her I still won’t leave her in the

dust

WAY THINGS ARE GOING

Check the corner for a dunce

Beware the seagulls that the eagle land among

CHANCES AREN’T

WAY THINGS ARE GOING

THE BUTCHER

FLESH IS WEAK

THE BUTCHER

FLESH IS MEAT

CHANCES AREN’T

WAY THINGS ARE GOING