THEY CUT DOWN ALL THE TREES THAT GROW FRUIT Lyrics

As I progress through the valley of sin, my light starts to dim and all my fears are wide awake

My eyes are almost shut, I'm dazed and confused

My mind's misused, but this the soundtrack that played through it all

These are my conscious blues, but you already know that

Welcome to the conscious blues, I'm your host, motherfuckin' Chedda Bob

Where I'm from, they be choppin' down the trees that grow fruit

They be gentrifying neighborhoods too

They be forcin' us to shut up when in school, it's nothin' new

We takin' L's like the Browns back in 17

We sprayin' shells, hit the ground, may he rest in peace

Clear the road to the path of my guillotine

We gettin' older, barely even sober

The essence of yo mind made the music that you hearin'

I ain't fuckin' make it, it was already made and you already hate

You ain't ever cheated if you motherfuckers already played

It's the right thing to do, checkered black shoes

Height of my longitude was my conscious blues

Checkered black shoes

Height of my longitude was my conscious blues

Again, I'm your host, Chedda Bob

Hope you fuckin' rhyme out to this shit

With your motherfuckin' homies and your black benz and it's booming in your motherfuckin' speakers, bitch

Don't forget to tie your sneakers when you runnin', bitch

The light is comin', bitch