ICE outta Minnesota, love

For Good and Pretti

ICE outta Minnesota, love,

now they might allow dreams in the ghetto,

they might stop shooting niggas on the run,

I know, that won’t bring you back, hon.

 

ICE outta Minnesota, baby,

tomorrow you and I are gonna have a baby

with blue eyes and dark skin like the Jedi,

but that won’t ever bring you back, little darlin.

 

ICE outta Minnesota, sweetest,

they finally let the sun shine through,

the boys and girls of wonderland will come back

one day. But that won’t ever bring you back, dearest.

 

ICE outta Minnesota,

but we’re still gettin the chills,

they bleed love and brains in the streets.

and hell, there’s no way we’re ever comin back, love.

 

 


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