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being so far from home
thoughts about it fills my mind
here we all alone
searching something that can't be found

waves carry me away
far from you

When my depression hits
It'll hit harder then a mad bitch
Who found out the shit you did
Back on a Tuesday
Fuck it who's to say
Fabricated love
I

Before the winter comes 
Make peace with your gods 
For no hope lasts with men 
When the summer sets 
I feel the gusts of September's wind 
It calls

That means that we're blessed, even with the have-nots 
Living life like a player on the blacktop
If this my last shot, I'ma make sure it's all net
My

Cutting room floor shot by shot cry out
"I've had enough" the pictures not done
Till you lose a pint of blood this is
What I found in the wake

gotta pave my way/tryna make it before we fade away/ 
We all gotta go sometime/I live my life in rewind/tryna hold on to the happy times/my god is that

and nearly gone
Jesus Christ the Messiah is calling us all
I will make you new
I'm found in your tension, on the corner my death and resurrection
Enter in,

Bob was that guy who fights
Gets into a gun battle type
With a knife
Like, if you challenge him right now
You may be humbled by the fact
That he is

cnnihilation
Define you
One last request
Define you
In a perfect world
You're going to like this
The monkey puts it all together
Decide
That's all you get

murdah
Though God has found me
I thought I heard the
Sound of a thousand angels
It's the sound of danger
Know myself but I'm still a stranger
Emcee murdah,

Her comforting melody's the jeers sung
So she spends her mealtime praying to the porcelain god,
That one day her efforts will pay off and they'll call

(Are you cooking up?)
Yeah, we used to be heros, us rappers
You feel me, wanna say R.I.P Takeoff and R.I.P Notti, man this one for ya'll, Light'em up

Make me a cocktail with some x thats what I need
Stoner fuck that off to the party
Wake up in the morning surounded by bacardi
O my god off to the next

last year
By the way I'm
Visitin' my sister, but I ain't got no plans"
So we headed to Pete's tavern
And got drunk man next thing you know
We uptown

Loss

Biohazard

Urban Discipline

1992

the future's unknown
Unless you believe in predestination of fate
The letter read termination
It was fucked up I couldn't make out his face
Through the blod,

Child of God so we thank Him
All praise most high
Days go by
Yeah i did that, oh my
Too late to explain but i know why
Ridiculous
Try'na mind my isness

cake daddy's askin', how I make that girl cry
I kept the bank roll, n' shot da' rubber band in her eye
It was bad enough, you was gettin' paid

the money crucial for the future yeah
I would never let you drown
In any situation I’m down
To be in it till we found
A new life to share
And to prepare

batch found
And there ain't no place left for me to lay my head
I make it now because i'm scared of the ground
My names been smeared all over this town

right where I was found 

Waiting, waiting 
Thank God, I didn't know at 22 
How goddamn long a dream takes to come true 

Passing by all the marquees I

You left me in silence and slowly bit by bit
You tore me apart at the seams until only scraps were left
I'm ripping my lungs to pieces until no noise

Whenever you wanna rumba with the white mamba
We can heat it up like summer baby
Baby baby
Baby girl slow down
B baby baby
Baby girl slow down
I know your

God is wealth.
Coz money comes and money goes,
But wealth lasts for generations.

Don’t get it twisted; I would still rather have the Lambo than the 29

by the handle and swallow till it runs dry
Even tho you beg me to stop till the point where I make you cry
Hoping that I'll dump it out but that's not