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All in Love Is Fair

Po' Broke & Lonely?

No Money No Honey

1990

see 
The road you leave behind 
Ahead lies mystery 

But all is fair in love 
I had to go away 
A writer takes his pen 
To write the words again

All in Love Is Fair

Philadelphia

Full of Wonder

1995

see 
The road you leave behind 
Ahead lies mystery 

But all is fair in love 
I had to go away 
A writer takes his pen 
To write the words again

just wanna be free
I just wanna be me
I got a lot to prove
I'm gonna fly no time to lose

My mind a pond to ponder mysteries
Everyday 'nother epiphany

tell you what I been through
Don't go runnin' to tell 'em
There's a lot of mystery beyond these pillows and sheets
Got a lot of shit to say but sometimes

that you giving me, it's never really true
I'm feeling Zealous with every chick but what does it mean?
Should I play The Bitch Song for every bitch I

with all of it
Watching you while you take that dick
Bedroom or public play I'm the local exhibitionist
Come take this risk with me
And join me on this

Be like say you want me 

then you don’t want me girl don’t play

I can bring you peace and love 

or just bring you mystery



terrorize me with

Let me break it down as you roll my dutch, no
We use to have history together
So don't know how you feel
But you're mystery forever
It could be whatever

Suck my dick and then she kissed him
Ball like I play for the Pistons
You got cut but I'm Blake Griffin
Ayy, talking that shit
Medium mad with medium

me
The world just plays on at being real
But nothing’s real without your
Feel to feel me
Kneel me down and leave me nearly
Drowned in all your raging

moanin' you were wailin'
Giving hints about your assailant
Will it prvail will it see fail
It's a mystery the devil's in the details
Curtains billowing

the shadows and they wanna play
But sometimes they're stolen, taken away
Adults are the thieves, the kids get robbed
Throw away that shadow boy go and get a job

The multi-syllabic gramatical
Don't compare me to rappers
That are on sabbatical
Cause I never did business
In Little Fucking Italy
I play checkers on triple-decker

in history
(legendary)
While these haters still a mystery
Somewhere out here drowning in their misery
I’m living fast, hit the sixteen
From out the mud

life
And this mystery love
I'm a kid when it comes to
Growing up in this slum
By the way, you are borin'
If you living life, ignorin'
What it is you

I turn on the stereo
I play my favourite song
It’s funny how it sounds the same
Funny how it hasn’t changed at all
Since you left
With all

And I hate to see (yup)
That you niggas gone and lost your roots
Call you baby teeth (yup)
Don't you play with me
(yup) pops was touching weight in '83

missed the beat
The way that motherfuckers act a mystery
To me, now thеy history
And once I make that decision
I nеver backtrack
You took advantage of my

exactly what that means 
( You long for yesterday, now the devil's come to play. You lust for gravity, thrust into a cavity.)

(CHORUS #1) 
They got

give direction
make a connection between 
this life and those mysteries
that dare deny our death

I float into snowdrifts
find as if by precognition

on going and going, you can't play with me
Im calling out all of these rappers man I be the drake of my city
I be the drake of my city yeah yeah yeah
I feel

Produce or demolish 

Are you willing to drop a bomb over the park 
where the kids play
In order to defend what's yours? 
To make the foreign kids

Weakness always binds the strong,
But the strong cut down the weak 
You play it cool, Ya try to blend in 
But the alarm bells ring 

You’re always so

breathing it in
It's ok let me play let me stay
I'm loosing track of time with you
It's in my feeling that something isn't true
But I don't have a clue