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up ahead

A flickering lantern lit up on the tracks
In the rugs that had covered up the bridge
From the banks of a river to the bed
Of the valley
the house, house like 
A joint is lit fo my kin folks 
And all the niggas that was down, since we been broke 
Takin'em deeper than a submarine 
So scream
Well the train slipped into the station
A worn out steel blue soul
A relic from colonial days
When the French were still in control
Lorsque les
dead

Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front
'Cause
pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
on dreaming, in God
And walks up Cherry Valley from North Road Bridge, railway line
On sunny summer afternoons
Picking apples from the side of the tracks
When life is lit in a gory mess, butchering bodies of your kin
Spitting on their graves, a machine has been created with the intention to kill
Life's
Everyday I get bent yo so i can get by
I'm moanin' on and on kickin' lits from beyond, planet budtron
Bso stay on
Kottonmouth Kings got them dope tracks
1605
Prune beneath the moon lit rips solar eclipse 
Madchild flips like kids on acid trips 

Unicaron formin the union all aluminum 
Tracks by Dell just
I took a walk in the rain one day 
On the wrong side of the tracks
I stood on the rail 'til I saw that train 
Just to see how my heart would react
And understanding
Possessed by gods
Transferred to man in
A script of a book
A scripture that looks 
Like a Biblical writing
Inviting a hook
Of a song sing along with
I took a walk in the rain one day 
On the wrong side of the tracks
I stood on the rail 'til I saw that train 
Just to see how my heart would react
expecting treatment by the book
From he who wants you to forget that you was brought over here by the boat
I don't know why niggas say they money funny when
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
supposed to do
I's in the house, house like a joint is lit fo my kin folks
And all the niggas that was down, since we been broke
Taking em deeper than
The premonition

Remember when I told you how my
Kin is different in some ways?
And how you should not fall in love
With someone like me, anyway
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go round
The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds
The keys, ounces and pounds is made from
Now and forever

Over snowy mountains
Under star-lit skies
Through the scorching sun
Side by side we ride

Throw away your pride
No more blame
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
Stop everything you do
Take a step outside and look through
There's a path you do not see
And it's all lit up and lined with trees
There's
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
the answer
From the question here

What did I find in my head had no conviction
And the fire that had gone out
That lit up when the radio signal went out
I took a walk in the rain one day 
On the wrong side of the tracks
I stood on the rail 'til I saw that train 
Just to see how my heart would react
And the lit, I'ma spit, I'ma kick that shit

[Verse 2]
No more stalling, I'ma start prowling on niggas, growling on niggas
And we smiling cuz the Villain
so faded, broke wit a album
But bitches on my dick like I ate it
I'm use to smellin fish, but not that kind
Look you's a hoochie, want to do me,