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love being criminalised
I hate the straight-jacket schools I grew up in
I hate MPs, judges and magistrates
I hate being taught to base my life on TV
to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self

He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Born from the fire clean, crawling in the dirt like war
5 years, my mother gave a voice for war. 
10, I was dead, born again with eyes for war
snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self

He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had the whole

We are listening
Plead for attention
But it ain't good if you don't wait
It ain't good if you don't wait

I'm the plot in every movie
Yet my theory
Execute my limbs just to kick me in the face
The mutant elements
Area of descent
Multiplied by mass of ten
Smack the simpleton
The jaw
Will it descend
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
many didn't want to see it happen 
Street moves, live from Staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin '
Hate to see a brother do good through legal
I've been chasing blood
Turned my back on gold
I have chosen black
All for you


Father, this is my hell
Created with hate for life
the bull by the horns
One man's enemy is another man's friend
One man's poisons is another man's medicine
So let us stand, let us sit and let us view
Rising from the ruins
Yet my mind is burning
Flames reflect those years of torment
Life that drowned in fire
Death was my desire
Path of hate
I am into splergin', 
One life to live tomorrow ain't for certain, 
Your my understudy you need to quit workin', 
So I start a show until they
But for the life of me, I can't figure out why my ass ain't dead
And now I clear my head, as we arrive on the site
Makin' sure, all routes for
have company

I hate myself for never saying that I want you in my life
But it's not my place to keep on trying to chase a relationship that's not there
in ya fightin squad
He said Nicky man you know the street theory
I can't let the competition near me
I hate em' dearly
I'm so out of control in my
of self-sacrifice
Had a hatchet slice for camps
For that God-awful Frankenstein 
Starving your style to someday be a story in my  ?
Life's hard, life's easy
Take a journey
Orbit morbid
Ghastly and ghostly
Theories motivated by
Being illustrated by
My comsumption
Of intake
And clean cut assumption
Secret Service
I guess, attempts at my life with loaded barrels
So move over Colin Powell or just throw in the towel, yo

World is hating, that's forever
harder to be the Gods we created to be
This Western way of life ain't native to me
Put one nigga in your Pulp Fiction and relate it to me?
I hate it
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
the pack?
We for shack ship, you know laugh it off
Years just blow by
My eyes stay fixed but the picture's kinda outta focus
I cry a lot but admit to it
to hate

Can't avoid the temptation
But I know I gotta change my ways
And keep my nose clean, gotta fix up
Take a look at my life cause I ain't sixteen
to live love life like I'm crazy
Keep it movin' risin' to the top
Doug Fresh clean livin' you don't stop
Revolution means change, don't look at me
that it is safe for me to cry

Human, I am
I buried my head
In the sand
You wash me in the water
You dust me clean
Stitch by stitch and seam my
Wid a monk learning Wu-Tang karate 
It's unfortunate niggas can't afford this 
My 20 blew chords here 
I hate eating sword fish 
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