歌词
Don't forget to do that thing for your mother 
Roosevelt! 
Yeah yeah yeah, alright, alright [Prince Poetry] 
Running upon the jagged edge, 
****, THE 
ROUGH LIFE when you have to gain much respect 
As an individual keepin negativity minimum requires havin courage respect him his intellect so you gotta be on 
THAT specific type of 
SET Like Roosevelt, especially when your cards are dealt 
You see me, frankly, 
I don't give a hoot about the blanks you shoot out of your mental bank see 
I like Roosevelt, cause he ain't booty 
Moody maybe, baby you're mad cause he smashed up your cutie 
Playin the courts, takin the loss, to wherever some clever college edu-ma-cated individual 
With financial status 
JUST to mess what the 
BANK stated 
Girls love it, and you can't look above it you hate it 
Peeped his method, you laid, you waited 
You never ever contemplated if 
I pull a automatic will 
I leave the artillery out or just flight 
Check in the night, you're out to snipe, my man you can't stand upon sight of him 
Out to fatally ignite him 
Roosevelt felt staticky, he knew things were shady 
Grady had, 
Bradley's uzi, but he always packed a clip or two belongin to a nickel-plated .380 
Givin off the impression of a clever nerd 
Never was a suspect when a homicide occured, in the suburbs 
He was referred, to as a respectable intellectual 
Highly acceptable rebel from the ghetto on the level of an intelligent rapper, create him just like 
Giupetto The aggresive type, and he's not your puppet 
Stickin quickin enough to pull a skeezer with repetition after takin aim and buckin and blowin the smoke away then tuckin and jettin home, hopin that no stunts are stuck in it 
He needs sleep, for eight o'clock class so as fast as he crash, he might last for six hours of bed passed, cause 
Roosevelt's a scholar 
Ivy league material, cully-head kid with 
BRAINPOWER 
Six foot two, and we wear the same size shoe 
He drinks brew, and he runs with my crew, my herd on a continuous basis, in the same, places 
Rollin out five deep, but it's only four faces 
So I don't, give a two, drip-drops about, what those have felt 
And if I die (and if he die) and if 
I die (and if he DIEEEEEEEE) 
And if I die it's because of my man 
Roosevelt 
Roosevelt, 
Roosevelt, 
Roosevelt, 
Roosevelt 
Franklin Roosevelt, 
Roosevelt, 
Roosevelt 
Franklin, 
Roosevelt 
Franklin Roosevelt, 
Roosevelt, 
Roosevelt, 
Roosevelt 
Franklin Roosevelt, 
Roosevelt, 
Roosevelt 
Franklin, 
Roosevelt 
Franklin [Pharoahe Monch] 
Ooooooooooooh 
I'm so confuuuuuuuuused.. 
DAMN, IT H
URTS! People persist to treat me like dirt 
I don't sleep at night, time cause dimes 
I DON'T DR
OP I sling and clockers cease 
Commanders in 
Chiefs when 
I pop rocks 
Dig deep within, you might recognize me 
I'm the one with the bloodshot eyes 
Hot rays of sun, beat down upon my face as if 
I'll melt bacon 
Why the hell my mother named me 
Roosevelt 
Franklin? 
I .. don't .. know, so 
I strive to gain only the 
Lord knows my eyes have seen the pain 
Tears comin down my cheeks like rain 
I was abused, they stripped the mind for amu*****t 
Now I walk the path of 
ORGANIZED 
KONFUSION 
But it's only a temporary formality 
Cause my man 
Scott turns illusion into reality 
A loaf of bread (a loaf of bread), a stick of butter 
Somebody's mother lies, dead in the gutter 
So I move 
QUICK FAST, to get past quickly 
Swiftly, at last, cops can't get 
WITH ME Can't hit me, nah never 
I'm TOO NI
FTY, people 
*****TTIN ME 
Products in the projects so 
I pump FIF
TIES in soda cans so dogs won't 
SNIFF ME I'm takin the proper precautions (yeah) 
Cause once my mother told me she was gonna get an abortion 
I can't keep track.. of the fluctuation.. of time 
Hallucinogenics keep, abusin my mind 
Gotta pick up, gotta pick up, gotta pick up, gotta pick up more product, gotta move, gotta go 
I can't get stuck; not here 
Not if I wanna become 
Roosevelt 
Franklin the employee of the year 
I wear baseball caps over my eyes so you can't make out me at night when 
I'm standin on the corner eatin 
Chinese takeout .. damn 
I almost forgot, yo yo 
I have to break out 
Yo don't forget your moms told you to get that stuff 
A loaf of bread, a stick of butter, container of milk 
A loaf of bread (a loaf of bread) a stick of butter (stick of butter), umm.. container of milk (container of milk)
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