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of the Palladium 
You never played a venue local college or a stadium 
A young boys (fiddin' pad) fad is now a grown mans profession 
To earn this is a blessing
and the shipping all is done
I'm going right straight home, boys, before my money's gone
I have changed my way, boys, no more will I fall
Yes, I am going home, boys
my sin
By falling out
We're falling in
Now I'm broken
Watch it flow
I'm taking over
Can't let go (falling out with the bad boys)
fashion
That's my sin
By falling out
We're falling in
Now I'm broken
Watch it flow
I'm taking over
Can't let go (falling out with the bad boys)
motherfucker, don't be coming for pounds

So you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down
My favorite ones are the ones who started that young rap
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
Made up stories of threesomes, they must just be seeing double
Run for cover, here comes trouble
My heart is growing cold so I gotta sleep with warmer
the wilderness has grown fierce.
Redemption and my heart, both of them was pierced.
Crashed my truck, didn't think I'd make it out.
Had a hit on my life, he
of my mind
Boy, I've got so much to give
But I don't want to waste my time
I can't let my heart put on a show
'Til you surrender baby
You've got to let it
together, I make sure she falls asleep first
It seems when things are at their best, my mind starts to wander
To things at their worst
So do I fall asleep
last meal
Just give me sweet, sweet death
Make my worst fears real

I've done all I can
This is out of my hands
Don't ask me to forgive
And I won't ask
the wall 
'Cause my love is dangerous 
This is a bust

Can you feel the rhythm of my mind 
Boy, I've got so much to give 
But I don't want to waste my
the diaper on the bottom of my baby daughter
I wasn't ready to be no father, maybe, kind of, sorta
'Cause when I saw her I swear it made a tear fall
Not
ethnic culture they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub their hands in glee
As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any
Smoked out, drunk and plus fuckin' on the sofa 
In the Ghetto 
You Jello, heart full of yellow 
You thugged out, all bugged out 
And can't settle
and the signs, Jah’s returning.
Test my heart and mind! God is my defense!
Judge me o’ Jah according to my righteousness

Jah is not the kind to strike without
usually find a little 'ol piece of dog-eared poetry. 
I was cleaning out my wallet the other day and ran across a whole bunch of I.O.U's, some of 'em
usually find a little 'ol piece of dog-eared poetry. I was cleaning out my wallet the other day and ran across a whole bunch of I.O.U's, some of 'em
should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writing then record
Replenish keep
should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and mighty Thor
I Everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writing then record
Replenish keep
Mistakes are a part of life just learn from yours
They making weapons out of germs for war
AIDS bombs straight through your front door
And I'm sure they
can tell by her face that her pussy smell like a sea lion
Only thing she gonna get is denied
Couple grand inside my Levi's
T9 put me on, and he
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad
until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this
Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to
While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rear
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad