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who rich poor black white straight or gay / as long as while you at the plate you bow your head say the grace / take a stance in your faith look a man
body, he-man
Seats tan like
Ricans in the heat
Can peep the weakling
In ya features
Keep deceiving when you speak
Now you weaving heat
To keep ya peeps
Knew this Guy name Jack a good dude from round the way
Kept a cool demeanor even when led astray
Made mistakes when he was younger
Poor decisions due
Well, I'd just roll my eyes and make a beeline for the door
But I'd always end up starry-eyed, cross-legged on the floor
Hanging on to every word
Man
Well, I'd just roll my eyes and make a beeline for the door
But I'd always end up starry-eyed, cross-legged on the floor
Hanging on to every word
Man
Drag it cross the lawn like a wheelbarrow
Slug Trail
All that precum a man got to flex
A longer trail means SEX! SEX! SEX
Got a squishy mollusk in
you get creative and make homemade shit
Breathing in Nitro from a race cars' hood
Trying to be lit, by acting so edgy
That shit is lame
Imma be
You gotta be careful what you wish for
Looking at my mans like what you acting like a bitch for
You poor and you pissed cause your decision making
that I'm giving
I get on my beats and murder my lyrics
The man in the mirror, has always been purer
Imma go harder, gon get it regardless
Living so
Him to death at His birth
Christ had a death sentence
Before He entered the earth
Immanuel God with us
Makes no sense
What is man that you are mindful
man's views you cherish
Did you know there's a war for your soul
Consider life after death as a whole
There's a lie the devil has been selling you
Blind
along
Never once considering what they talking bout in the song
Then someone cuts you off & you blast 'em with the horn
The day started off cool
But by
to hold it.?
It was a thirty eight, the poor mans machete
Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected,
wedged it behind my belt buckle
cuz no none likes you
Throw it in the trash, and I call it soprano
Burning on his track, spitting image Vesuvio
Gonna make him mad, like a poor mans
nothing 'bout pearly gates
Purgatory's fake
Cross of calvary my sins were laid
Christian this, Christian that
All that worthless verbal chat
Does your life
by the cross fire
Innocent victims who knew nothing about this man's ire
Innocence lost behind the ignorance of envy
Now there's s price to pay revenge
Feel the Pressure
You think I feel the pressure? Well if I do I'm nervous and I'm better
Coming for your cheddar
Make me the billion dollar man
cross dressin progressin
Distressin all the suckas
Represent the man the myth
All safety for the legends
Now the times tickin everyday
All the cats
Flip the dead man's switch
Make my soul opaque
With the flies watch my insides dilate and exhume
The patterns of all who misspend
Phantom like down
a thing
Yeah he gave you a watch but never give his time
Ima help you put that shit behind
I ain't after your pussy I wanma help you heal
I'll take you by
of gold
Pastures new we will see
Side by side we will go
To this land, this ecstasy I know
We'll be dancing in paradise
Until then my friend
I'll make
a liability
But she got them assets
& I got to satisfy
Her identity of herself
An enemy of an enemy is friend to me
Melancholy a nostalgic feeling of ecstasy
Punishment for touching another man
I'm just a poor shoe cobbler from Guadalajara
Who came in contact with scholars that studied Kabbalah
I do not wish
on poor natives
I've come to believe with some degree of certainty
This place locks hearts away as well as the chains you see
But I am stilled by scripture
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