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I remember those Friday Nights
Down on Main Street

Lucy, the bandit, I'm waiting for you to drive by
Wonder what car you're in?
Wonder who you are

scorn the powers that sit above us?
Do we not pray for things to change?
Do we not love thy neighbour and cherish our name?
Do we not wait until that day

Oh, I know it was worth it
I know it was worth it
But I miss those moments
Oh, I miss those moments
Oh, I know it was worth it
I know it was worth it

to
All those who've been blinded
Being sold this equality bullshit
I ain't buying i'm so sick and tired of
Being profiled and instantly
Watched close

Unify (Callout Hook #1)

Slick Rick

Unify

1998

it by my lonely now I'm the big homie

But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with

These My Dreams Are Yours

Marc Almond

The Stars We Are

1988

find a man there
Who has a heart of love
Who is afraid of getting jaded
Growing older
Who needs someone to love him
Through life's winter
When

Hard to trust and so we can't fly 
How long till a drones in the sky 
this deal cant work with those kinda eyes 

I spit clean, mr sheen? 
Depression is

weights by force of chest
They suffered, they cried as they clashed with the rest

And so when they hit the other, their weights roll back
And crying,

to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell

cuz you'll reap what you sow

Bro influenced by a whole world of crooked scorn
Born clean but by 14 it you took it on
90% hoofs and horns where

the dew
(Of morning, in ye twilightland of old)
Abiding teardrops borne by thorns,
thine fragments I twine true
(In mourning, stream adorned in rage untold)

the air horn
This place is looking like scorn
But I anit about to mourn these niggas
Working till my bank account 8 Figures
Starting to gain some hope when

But to those forming weapons against me
You'll never prosper
My posture's proper
My chin high
To those who detest me
Wish they could behead me
Fuck you,

had to find my own way
Didn't know nobody would guide me
Didn't know nobody would stand beside me
Now I'm facing battles by my lonesome
Trying to work

whoa, whoa
Toast to those friends or foes
The real from the fake
The chauffeur knows
I coupe the flow
I know you know - whoa, whoa

No hogwash by

Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
Their stride of a blind man's stroll
Well for whom does the next bell toll
I'm

clothes
Got a couple more jobs
Ima go and hit those
All I do is ride around, smoke weed, and get doe
Think read find beats kill instrumentals
You know I

the fuck up, bro"
I love y'all, Antoinette, Donna, Jamie, Stephanie
Jenny, Paul, all you motherfuckers know who y'all at
And legal, man, album delivery, I

like me
A being, breathing and walking on this earth
A man with girth who knows his worth
Mrs. Buttersworth on my pancakes
Drip harder than the tears

The Guests

Leonard Cohen

Field Commander Cohen: Tour of 1979

2000

going 
And no one knows why the wine is flowing 
Oh love I need you 
I need you 
I need you 
I need you 
Oh I need you now 

And those who dance,

to a dead man's ear
Distorting my story someone hold my beer
Rock your dome to the atmosphere
The fate of those who do not adhere
What you know about this

Just Tryin ta Live

Devin

Just Tryin' ta Live

2002

the scorn left the scene
And paid the circle back to let you know
Gotta get my paper bro
If I can't I'ma let it do
We coming back for mo, and kicking

bust you and fuck you up for chasing the paper
Then you fucked his baby momma so he already hate you
See the vapors are caught by those who choose foes

came along swingin a chain
They know they’ve got me hooked, man I got it bad
But I love nothing more than being their their
Girl dad

Those little girls