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This is the early evening edition of the news.
The recent fight in the House of Representatives was over the open housing
  section of the Civil
(By Tracey Bryn & Martin Brett)

He's walking slowly - he is in no hurry
He is walking to the slaughter of the hell that's called routine
She arises
the heart to hold me back

Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
Cause Martin Luther King had a (dream)
Aaliyah had a (dream), Left Eye
the South
Jazze Pha, let's hop in the Lammy (Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull them blammies,
so I'm like look here
Just willin to get what I deserve my kids to have a mother
And a little house, with a dog in the backyard goin "woof-woof"
Who
a bullet in the heart to hold me back

Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
Cause Martin Luther King had a (dream)
Aaliyah had
for my Father

When this darkness rolls in
I can't read my I.D.
And who knows when the sunrise will be?

Martin Luther said to one of his brothers
of lessons but I ain't have dough yet
From knowledge to wisdom, from wisdom to see
And understand me if you don't dance, G
It's a god in the house, it's a god
meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin'
Her friend knockin' at the door
And she screamin'

House party, I'm a play the DJ Martin
meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin'
Her friend knockin' at the door
And she screamin'

House party, I'm a play the DJ Martin
meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin'
Her friend knockin' at the door
And she screamin'

House party, I'm a play the DJ Martin
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus name, Amen

I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
She had
forth
Thank you lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus name, amen

I met her at this house party on El Segundo and central
She
and don't steal, for real
(You got's to chill)

Verse 1:
I woke up in my Tommy Hilfigures boxers at 10 from a knock at the door
But why they at my door for?
This record goes out to all you fake ass, 
Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour. 
Put on a suit and tie
fade was a Caesar
you try to diss I'ma get destuctive
walk in with a bubble man I'm gonna bust it
one by one wack dancers I'm callin' off
yo Play see
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
talk about the future
We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther
And you could choose ta sit in front of your computa
Posin' with guns
talk about the future
We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther
And you could choose ta sit in front of your computa
Posin' with guns
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny Hathaway singing on the ring tone.
Was a homie that I went to school with,
punk and get funky for the occasion
Superstitious, so I kill black cats and all that
and buck em down with the gat
E Double in the house don't you know
McDonald's when I move in packs
Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac's
House longer than I-70, arise ten stories
And I still "Rob" niggas just like
Look, I just shed tears homie and now I ain't too proud to admit it
Just seen my father for the first time in a minute
And when I say a minute I
Look, I just shed tears homie and now I ain't too proud to admit it
Just seen my father for the first time in a minute
And when I say a minute I
purple drink
If I fall off again mayne, I'm runnin in the bank
You know I stay about that jacking, killing, robbing, and thugging
Whip ya head like cee-lo,