Me and the rza connect
Me and the rza connect
BME
Rest in peace, Eleanor Trice!
July 13th 5: 55 a.m.
So sick, ma, I dedicate this to you, so let the music play,
Or pray to God you forgave me like a new day
It's hard for me to even try to [?] this way
And last days in the coma induced you [?]
Put my hand on the girl come up with the words you deserve
Vitals machine going bizerk, I know you heard me
Same breast that nourished me
Got my own Earth beneath the dirt now
Know you wanna see 'em glowing
Keep on, God got an exchange had me popping bottles soft
Celebrating our home boy
I'm alone, so I keep the phone on,
Just to hear your voice on, with your boy in the zone,
Mom, I'm in the zone!
I'm in the zone!