B&h

Ohh Down the block, globe on lock It's 1 o'clock Sun high, got my baby on my backside Ghost town, only sounds from inside my mind I follow the signs Homies keeled over, perhaps forcibly sober Slumped on blue plastic, wouldn't be fantastic If we all could spare a dime If we all could spare the time On my way to B&H, B&H To take me up out my pain B&H, B&H To break me up out my cage Stop, stand clear of broken promises Above ground shadows creepin' from the projects 34th Street poppin' with the latex Men in black at the door still ain't been paid yet Open up the case, show me lemme get a little taste Freedom, sweet freedom Give me wings to fly from the mausoleum On my way to B&H, B&H To take me up out my pain B&H, B&H To break me up out my cage I been boilin' got a lot to say So I went to B&H Bought my appendages, made the bread back in the same day Oooh nah They love a lane to ride through their pain So do I, So do I Gimme ones, tens for a vocal backflip Fixin' crumblin' Mama Earth with a couple adlibs I flow through can you, can you catch it? Feedin' my temptation with creation, I'm on that shit At the B&H, B&H To take me up out my pain (Oh, take me out my pain) B&H, B&H To break me up out my cage