Song Length |
3:30 |
Genre |
Rock - Funk |
Lyrics
My friend Jacobs
Can?t mistake him
He?s the one with the raven bird
On the west coast he?s the best host
Listen closely to your every word
And I don?t believe him when he say he dreamin?
I know that he?ll end up a king
The karma he makin? will soon overtake him
I ain?t got no words left to sing
I remember that December
when the cops took my life away
now I?m happy they attacked me
brought me to the point I?m at today
The words that he sent me I?ve kept since the army
His humor can change your whole day
And when I get lonely I read from my homey
I ain?t got no words left to say, hey