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As Da World Turns
   ------Gudda Gudda

As I rise, watch the trees fall down to the pavement
As I rise, watch the trees fall down to the pavement
and the breeze turn blaze this

I'ma tell these niggas motherfuck the world
On the real nigga, feel this
Punch a hole in the system like I got a steel fist
I don't trust a soul niggas so I ride alone
And I've been paranoid ever since I got a phone
Yeah, better roll or get rolled over
You too cool nigga, you can get the cold shoulder
I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die
Ride, I survived, and I made it out alive
And they want through out my face to look blank cause
I don't give a fuck bout what they say off thang
Nigga you see me with that face wall paint
Come on pick your poison, it's brave of the shake

Militant mind is the wake of the think
You can meet the devil better pray for the saints
Militant mind is the wake of the think
Nigga you could meet the devil

One day this world gonna turn to ashes, so where's my matches
Where's my matches
How come flame out world is dark now
And everybody need this spark now
And I'm like where's my matches, where's my matches
Put the whole world in a casket and I'm gonna watch this
World just burn to ashes, turn to ashes, turn to ashes

As I rise, watch the trees fall down to the pavement
and the breeze turn blaze this

Staring at the world through my rear view
Gotta stay high just so I can keep a clear view
Tryina do right, but I'm swerving in the left lane
Tryina stay out of that black hole, watch my step maine
They say money is the root of all evil,
And we love it, so I guess me and you are all equal
Shit ain't been the same since hurricane Katrina, eye cam reader
What happened with the femur
Government officials now keeping it official
Like a ref with no whistle, so I'm tackling the issues
And they wonder why we act the way we act
Murder, murder, steal, steal and sell crack to get stacks but

Where's my matches, where's my matches
Put the whole world in the casket
And I'm gonna watch this
World just burn to ashes, turn to ashes, turn to ashes
One day this world gonna turn to ashes, and I'ma sit back laughing
And when I try to kick that habit of mine
And I'm like where's my matches, where's my matches
This whole world is aware of my actions
But they ain't done bad compared to taxes
Ashes, all I see is ashes, as the world turns

I'm a young arsonist, on my late night Johhny Carson shit
I ain't never gave a fuck about the world
Cause they don't give a fuck about me
Or my girl, or my mama, in a mist of the drama
Yeah they try to pull all the way back to get ahead of you
Then they turn the revenue, go come for your revenue
Say that you owe 32% of what you make
When the world dies, how I be rejoicing at the wakes

As I rise, I watch the streets burn down to the... uh

Where's my matches, where's my matches
Put the whole world in a casket and I'm gonna watch this
One day this world gonna turn to ashes, so where's my matches
Where's my matches
How come flame out world is dark now
And everybody need this spark now
And I'm like where's my matches, where's my matches
Put the whole world in a casket and I'm gonna watch this
World just burn to ashes, turn to ashes, turn to ashes

As I rise, watch the trees fall down to the pavement
and the breeze turn blaze this.