King Frank May - Liquor Man (Paul, the Wiseman)

He said his grandmother Beverly, Cherokee
Used to carry sacks full of lemon leaves; remedies
A tea bag batch and he never sneezed
Yea, that's a fact, and he been using that since the 70's
Listen, he remembers chats in the kitchen
State made Acts, new blacks for the census
The scent of fresh new packs of the incense
The story 'bout her mother getting killed by the Frenchman
A henchmen; even if it hurt, it's the dirt that made a negus smile for his worth
Yea, child of the Earth; though he crooked and he foul in is works
Give an inch, take a mile; he was vile with a smirk
Uh listen, had the Cadillac with the cold lean, the soul green
The reason why the city is still packed with old fiends
His old jeans, never gave 'em back to his mans
Caught dipping in his woman, now he living in a van, uh

Said he looking for a coat, he was freezing
Said he looking for the hope, that he preaching
Said he drinking just to cope for his reasons
Never spoke to his son when he seen 'em
Liquor Man look bad on the dope, liquor man look bad on the dope
B-bad on the dope
Liquor Man look bad on the dope, liquor man look bad on the dope
B-bad on the dope
Liquor Man look bad on the dope, liquor man look bad on the dope
Bad on the dope
Liquor Man look bad on the dope, liquor man look bad on the dope
That's a Wiseman, yea, dap 'em up, that's a wiseman
Yea, dap 'em up, that's a wiseman
Yea, dap 'em up, that's a wiseman
Yea, dap 'em up, that's a wiseman
Yea, dap 'em up, that's a wiseman

He said listen, the hustle gives life to dead mice
Trapped inside a maze or a stage for dead rights
At midnight Nazareth falls to Rome
And that's synonymous with colonists that barge your home
He said listen, know the difference from a siege and a raid
A dumb nigga caught, and a free negus chained
The love negus bought from the greed never came
Except the son he never wanted felt the need, but it changed
He's the same little negus from the block
Went looking for his pops, but found his jump shot
And turn on the screen, he moved on his team
To a title, gave a speech about a single mother home, she's his idol
He's entitled to the letters that he never responds to
His son is living better, he regrets that he wronged you
That's enough pain for a suicidal thought
Put his first spared change to a Bible he bought
He said

Said he looking for a coat, he was freezing
Said he looking for the hope, that he preaching
Said he drinking just to cope for his reasons
Never spoke to his son when he seen 'em
Liquor Man look bad on the dope, liquor man look bad on the dope
B-bad on the dope
Liquor Man look bad on the dope, liquor man look bad on the dope
B-bad on the dope
Liquor Man look bad on the dope, liquor man look bad on the dope
Bad on the dope
Liquor Man look bad on the dope, liquor man look bad on the dope
That's a Wiseman, yea, dap 'em up, that's a wiseman
Yea, dap 'em up, that's a wiseman
Yea, dap 'em up, that's a wiseman
Yea, dap 'em up, that's a wiseman
Yea, dap 'em up, that's a wiseman

Written by:
Tauren Robinson El Bey

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