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    [uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]

    A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid

    in a fresh boxcut hairstyle.

    Quiet manner was more in tune with his, well-heeled patrons

    than with his hip-hopping friends.

    "Who hooked you up man?Yo' momma?!"

    [Aceyalone]

    I wrote a poem the other day

    I hope you like it

    [Chorus]

    Roses are red, and violets are blue

    Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you

    Boogers are green, and doo-doo is brown

    Life is uphill but, not when you get down

    I said roses are red, and violets are blue

    Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you

    Boogers are green, and doo-doo is brown

    Life is uphill but, not when you get down

    [Aceyalone]

    Sticks and stones, flesh and bones

    +Organic Electricity+ chromosomes

    I'm home alone, but not by choice

    I pick up the phone and I hear a strange voice

    Hocus pocus, boogedy boo

    Abra-cadabra, what's a nigga to do?

    Back and forth, and open and closed

    And if you can't see through it then poke you some holes

    It's like glass and dirt, water and sand

    Things tend to burn the hotter the pan

    Left and right, and right and wrong

    Wrong and guilty, convicted and hung

    Young and old, and old and new

    Knew and never knew and tellin the truth

    It's like black and blue, and battered and bruised

    And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news

    I said

    [Chorus]

    [Aceyalone]

    Jack and Jill, and +Jill+ and +Scott+

    Scotch and soda, a twisted plot

    Bums and cops, covers and quilts

    Pillows and blankets, cottons and silks

    Mind so heavy hope the bed don't tilt

    Cuts and welts, and screams for help

    Eat and sleep, shit shower and shave

    Work and play, cradle to the grave

    It's all for nothin, or nothin at all

    It's all for one, and one for all

    You better look up at me like I'm ten feet tall

    Cause you're lookin down at me like I'm two feet small

    Hopes and wishes, wishes and dreams

    It's ugly and dirty, I wish it was clean

    Win or lose, smoke or booze

    And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news

    I mean

    [Chorus]

    [Aceyalone]

    Ready or not, sweaty and hot

    Tired and hungry but haven't forgot

    Guns and shots, runs and drops

    Or buried alive under tons of rocks

    A beautiful day, a wonderful night

    A suitable pasttime just rockin the mic

    A day in the life, a life in a day

    You know when they comin so you might get away

    Space and time, nickels and dimes

    Bass and rhyme that tickle your spine

    A brand new mind, a fresh design

    One of a kind, seek and you find

    Homies and crews, weapons and tools

    Lovers and haters and teachers and fools

    Just try walkin one day in my socks and shoes

    And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news

    It's like

    [Chorus]

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