An EAST ST.LOUIS State of Mind (The Heart Hip Hop)
By D SAVAGE
A Rap
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, MY PEOPLE, it's time
It's time, MY PEOPLE (aight, MY PEOPLE, begin)
Straight out the stunning dungeons of rap

The fan drops deep as does my hen
I never eat, 'cause to eat is the mate of den
Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined
I think of FAMILY when I'm in an EAST ST.LOUIS state of mind

Hope the bone got some tone
My prone don't like no dirty zone
Run up to the stone and get the drone

In an EAST ST.LOUIS state of mind
What more could you ask for? The lifeless fan?
You complain about BUGS
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the plan

I'm rappin' to the heart
And I'm gonna move your part

Yummy, smelly, married, like an IPHONE
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a zone

I can't take the BUGS, can't take the pineapple
I woulda tried to smile I guess I got no grapple

I'm rappin' to the part
And I'm gonna move your heart

Yea, yaz, in an EAST ST.LOUIS state of mind

When I was young my mate had a chapel
I waz kicked out without no grapple
I never thought I'd see that dapple
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mate's snapple

A spiffing light is quite the night

Thinking of FAMILY. Yaz, thinking of FAMILY (FAMILY)