Ohh

Down the block, globe on lock
It's 1 o'clock
Sun high, got my baby on my backside
Ghost town, only sounds from inside my mind
I follow the signs

Homies keeled over, perhaps forcibly sober
Slumped on blue plastic, wouldn't be fantastic
If we all could spare a dime
If we all could spare the time

On my way to B&H, B&H
To take me up out my pain
B&H, B&H
To break me up out my cage

Stop, stand clear of broken promises
Above ground shadows creepin' from the projects
34th Street poppin' with the latex
Men in black at the door still ain't been paid yet
Open up the case, show me lemme get a little taste
Freedom, sweet freedom
Give me wings to fly from the mausoleum

On my way to B&H, B&H
To take me up out my pain
B&H, B&H
To break me up out my cage

I been boilin' got a lot to say
So I went to B&H
Bought my appendages, made the bread back in the same day
Oooh nah
They love a lane to ride through their pain
So do I, So do I
Gimme ones, tens for a vocal backflip
Fixin' crumblin' Mama Earth with a couple adlibs
I flow through can you, can you catch it?
Feedin' my temptation with creation, I'm on that shit

At the B&H, B&H
To take me up out my pain (Oh, take me out my pain)
B&H, B&H
To break me up out my cage