Roosevelt Franklin Lyrics - Organized Konfusion

Don't forget to do that thing for your mother, Roosevelt 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, alright, alright 

Running upon the jagged edge, fuck 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, it'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 I die 

(And if he die, and if he die) 

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 

Ooh, I'm so confused, damn, it hurts 

People persist to treat me like dirt 

I don't sleep at night time 'cause dimes I don't drop 

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 amusement 

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 stick of butter 

(A loaf of bread) 

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 nifty, people shittin' me 

Products in the projects so I pump fifties 

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 stick of butter 

(A loaf of bread, stick of butter) 

Umm, container of milk 

(Container of milk)