Letras:
J Church A Letter To A Friend

and their yellow cake, Away from Hollywood and Western Maybe we don't need to be so patient, I'll quit my job if you quit your medication, Take the next bus leaving L.A

me to sit down and write you a letter You know what I am sayin, a letter from the heart Yo, yo Before I take a shot, I always make a toast to the sky

totin boxes in a factory Overworked, underpaid, was a fact for me But I had to get the money right Cause the money was tighter than a skirt on a hooker

shook me So from church I play hookie Listen to the words of a brother The sick stutters So you better better Get the get the bags ready Comes a killer