Lupe Fiasco - Life, Death & Love From San Francisco Lyrics
She said love is a hard thingSomewhere between golfing and gardeningOr parole board pardoningBut she was still down for a hard swingFlowers she would pick like guitar stringsFor a real good whiffOf how life behind par seemsUntil then she a bar-teendAnd poor hot lead shots out of carbinesIf an inmate ever even think about departingBefore it's time for the theft of a hard thingWanna see what a bum riding bar dreamsBefore he get gunned down, cause some sharp sceneSaw it all on the way to the art sceneAround the time they kicked us out, they had the park cleanedShe ain't living in a car she just rv-ingLife on ice like the san jose shark teamHard times, tryna duck em like darkwingKnown for burning clothes and petty car-keyingAnd other less harmful skylarkingBought a bag out of american ragA small chinese-made american flagTook a dollar bill then split it in halfThe picture that she bought wouldn't fit in the cabOn the train trying her best not to live in the pastA bum probably asked could he spit in her assAnd that was it, fits, tantrums randomHelter-skelter, a world gone mansonAnd I'll spare you the detailsDinner is ceviche out of seashellsAnnoyed cause her date really can't speak wellBut she forced to press on like lee nailsNext table was abhored by the weed smellShe was done at the moment that the tea fellA thick wool jacket on a cool nightUnimpressed by poems or the moonlightDoesn't satisfy her like a game of pool mightThinking "what if fantasia had a broom strike?"Tuned right out of that school lifeSoon as reality became a camera crew and a boom micSo what do you do like?She said "absurd last words from a dude off a zoosk site"And then left himLike the roots left geffenAnd the state howlin' wolf left chess inStop to watch flows have an unpaid session on the steps of a westinShe really need to check inAnd to apologize to her best friendNew bras to put her chest inLove life and death in...
