311 - Grassroots
I flip when I kick it trippin itSo I can check shit not in a daily styleBut once in every while so I canFile check file check the files of my brainMany of meaning manage to come from the insaneAnd the butcher the baker the fabulous drama makerA cracker on a truck goin' breaker breakerListen to everyone then disregard itThe maningful shit comes back back to where it startedIn your cranium surrounded by pot like a geranuimA capital 2 burns in my mind give me some peaceI looked at her I looked at him and neither one did knowWhere the wild thoughts grow check it outI look to absolutes and there absolutely noneThe truth is what you shoot for not oneNothing brings it all together the journeys never doneI'd sing you Stormy Weather but it's been sung soLet's have some funThree Eleven hass grass rootsChallenge comes and goes and there will be anotherI say bring it onThe roots that grow underground are as big as the treeThat you see if not it will fall downWe waste so many moments standing on conventionThe only survey is when our heart pays no attentionMove with persistence cover much distanceKnowing no perdition that's my game for instanceThree Eleven true to no traditionAnd the Three Eleven crew not dow with conventionBut a hundred different people already told what we aboutSo I make not attempt to try and suss the stupid outI'd turned into a roughneck that was not my intentionIt doesn't even really matter unless I fail to mention thatPeace to all crews that want some peaceFirst the Mid then the West then we slide through the EastA piece to any crew that want a peiceBut peace to all crews that want peaceCheck it out
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