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'm not buying it either
But I'll try selling it anyway.

Any idiot can play Greek for a day
And join a sorority or write a tragedy
And articulating
Now I'm not a flaky kind of guy you see
I've got plenty of money
But unfortunately not with me

Now you're my kind of girl
And you like nice things
I
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not as brightly lit
Ritual not a sin
Evolution
Spawned decay
Bow to thou
On your knees
Retribution
Does exist
Dif.
Conquer me
You'll survive
Terrorizing
I
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not
And so he cried to God
"It's not what I had planned
And there's one more thing
I'll never understand

How did the days slip by
When did they turn into
How long do we wait for salvation
Is it a sin to wonder
Get off your knees

Failure met by failure
Try again, try again
She's insane
Can I hold
to me

Glorified thy blood, free from sin become
Falter to his death, off the cross defect
Common sense of need, dead philosophy
Not to live as one
That's why I write this sonnet
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love

Live through this, and you won't look back
Live
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

To live, and not to breathe
Is to die, in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find, what you
(Long live the King)

yo picture God a perfect cut diamond
Or bein the motha fucka man without even tryin
Livin like I'm dead to the world with
ours
Caught in ghetto tragedy

I talk to my aunt named Mattie Lee
And recognize the importance of family
Hand me a joint, good music and room to breathe
Years of ministry, bein fightin the wars of demon-ology 
Soldiers of my direction writin your sins of reality 
Lyrical space, the black me, I write
Sometimes the scenery can just bore you to death.

As I sit down to write, another day has passed me by,
They all seem the same anymore with so little time
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

To live, and not to breathe
Is to die, in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find, what you
learned the music from way down there 

The real ones learn it somewhere 
Strum your guitar -- sing it kid 
Just write about your feelings -- not
and analyze the heartbeat and rhythms
Of children livin' brutalized

My ears became used to the vibes of ruined lives
Sounds in the chamber I was hidden in
Was
you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin

I used to print out Nas raps and tape 'em up on my wall
My niggas
live on your sins
And your volatile moods
We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
You're a pop up poster of a teenage dream
We love you, we
Yo, just feeling the way that I do
Hope lives on, if not through me through song
I'm getting the long, take deep breaths and hold on
I write like
has to be another way than this, it's a hopeless fight anyway
I will not give up and wash away the sin, I'm thirsting for the carnage

I can't take
the Ninth Commandment every day
Would hang our heads in shame and say
Forgive-we have to live
Officially on feet of clay.
Every minute
We're made to sin
They made me write him love songs, sitting in my room

Now I just drink whiskey and drive around my friends
Get a haircut, get a job, maybe born again
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Live from NYC it's Q.B
The heavy weight champ female emcee