Zeke is a man of profits
Jerome, he is his good pal
Mama, she sits in the back room
Knowing that all is well
They feed on the anger
Feeling to let it all go
Thinking about tomorrow's crack deal
They won't be feeling no more
And they say to me
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody comes here anymore
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody drinks with me
Zeke is a man of profit
Jerome, he is his good friend
Mama, she sits in the back room
Knowing that this will never end
They feed on the energy
Feeling to let it all go
Maybe someday he'll remind her
And tell her which way she should go
But for now he says
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody comes here anymore
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody drinks from me
Hey, that's where I come from
Hey, that's where I come from
Hey, that's where I
Zeke is a man of knowledge
He is the man, so they say
Jerome likes to follow
Maybe he'll get there someday
They feed on the wisdom
The wise and the wicked of age
Mama, she's trying to find them
Helping herself on the way
But for now she says
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody comes here anymore
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody drinks with me
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody comes here anymore
Nobody, nobody, nobody
Nobody drinks with me
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