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The Killing Tree Other

On the eve of our exile we carve names in the elms To remember our last days of life on the roads In broad daylight we crawl through the trenches To

under control They even got shows, Cops, LAPD, Highway Patrol yo yo [A.L.] From the cradle to the grave, they made you a slave Brainwash to kill each other

and lay low in the badlands (Let me get that, nigga) Stay bent off of what poppy done sold me We all forced to hold heat, smokin the gold tree So knowledge

life I'm like a alligator crocodile, quietly I lay Then slip, get comfortable, I'll strike and kill a prey take the life out em', stand there and watch him stop breathing watch him fade into the other

called LUEDERS On Rosecrans pass Oleander at the light TREE TOP is to the left, FRUIT TOWN is on the right 1-5-1's and WESTSIDE PIRUS slay past dark And the only other

the branches End the pain and suffering Burn it up and kill my family tree Chop, chop, chop it down When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound Chop,

We cannot think of being acceptable to others, untill we have first proven acceptable to ourselves Chamillionaire: Real recognize real, I don't expect

loggin(?) or the simple sounds you hear in your Walkman when joggin or toboggan down the hill with a few minutes to kill You flipped in the tape you just barely escaped that tree

I'm trying to stop. But... still cross my mind a lot. Every time... I seem to find a lot. Does it matter if... is coke or some other kind of pot, I've