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Can't you hear the lies you're told
Stop looking up, we are alone
No more believing in falsehoods
Your gods will not save you
Protest against what

the scenes
Of seeing myself in prison not killing my sister killing my sister killer
Got a strong drug addiction got crossed by my family members
Suffer from

playing C.O.D
Head tap send his soul straight to G.O.D
Pull that trigger hammer singing like its R&B
Money family yea we headed to the T.O.P
Whats your

a lil' one on the way, now I gotta do this shit for my kid
Havin' conversations with the sky and I meant everything that I said
For my family, gotta

The Ballad of Mary Foster

Al Stewart

Love Chronicles

1969

David Foster lives in Gloucester with his family
Works 'til pay-time, through the day-time, then comes home for tea
Steak and kidney, then with

with a ball of chain
A barbarian on paper
Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer
Allahu Akbar
A battling rap god slash bar maker
Bar Mitzvah glass jaw

the family
The man in me'll stand like a canopy
No words, no man ever damage me
I'm standin' free and branch for the family tree
Handle these bills, whenever

rappers never come near to
Gotta grind got bills, got rent due
Ima paper chaser, god father, chance taker
Bread breaker, unbothered by you haters
I do it

Floyd died by the hands of police
And plus this pandemic got the lord's hands out of reach
Social study shows the freedom in the constitution

for help
No one ready to help
( Ehh God )
Forgive we never forget
We do hotel for two years
Income no reach 1m ( I swear)

I no wan be any

Song Title: Lifted
by Royale Weatherspoon aka Royale Michael

Lyrics

[Hook]
I keep my head up to God
And my back against the odds
Aye look I'm bouta

the plan
And stay humble
Let Him take you by the hand
Take care of your family
And remember this
God loves you
I gotta focus
I gotta
Hmm yea
I gotta focus
I

Neva CHange

ScHoolboy Q

Blank Face LP

2016

baggies in alleys
To where the streets is your family
Gettin' blurred by the same cop
Go to jail for a year and come home
Two of your niggas dropped

need nobody help 
They didn't give me a chance I was losing my mind I ain't know how to feel
Bitch I am all bout the bills
Dollar 50 hunned mills 
Shorty

started to feel like I drowned
Ever since I've been living by myself
A bunch of issues, made life a living hell
Like all these bills that I got to my neck
I

Hero Lyrics 
By Lasse Mellberg


This won’t pay your bills
or get you a baby-sitter for the late night shift, I know
Hope you know (yeah! ) you’re my

wanna be on my way
I'm tired of wasting time with you
I don't wanna play
I'm busy with my life
I'm tryna make money coz
I have bills to pay

I'm sorry if

out my situation
I guess I'll be patient
Nah this shit is overrated
I know there's a God my family covered and I'm well protected
Thankful for

looking but its gone be alright
Fighting tears and all emotions by myself late at night
I know I got a plan but will I even see the plan take flight
Family

the fucking door it's like a riot, I swear to god I ain't scared of these bitches
They playing games then we playing it vicious
You got me rollin' up my sleeve

another man like Gabbana, who'll be da odds

cnd dats on God

(Hook)
I don grew up, my mind expanded
Gotta 5yr old who depend on me, gotta feed my family

baggage that you carry and pride you protect
You in Louis window shopping, who are you trying to impress
Me I can't cheat the process, God's timing is best

justified it's
Not seen as a sin
They've been through too much stuff and
They're tired of this shit
They grew up rough sellin' drugs so
Their family could

song from genesis
Revelation they go remeber me 
Elevation by any means
I be one man soldier for my territory
Enemies go fall for my premises
For family