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feeling grief when they got bullets for themselves
Pointless act to be shown on TV
The puppets hold arms tightly marching down these empty streets
Run from

Cause even in my city there's no heart in the streets man
We all trying to compete, to make our life complete
By serving in these streets, dodging

Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven

(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one

the boss, don, I'm not a lil baby
FN bullets bigger than a baby
These niggas overrated like DaBaby
I hate when my bitch try and bump DaBaby
I hate even more

own space
Don't get confused
There's are the things
That i am used to
Never been normal
This is not formal
Even been used too
Running on empty
Come see

And these people didn't appreciate it

I should've rapped about guns and violence
Or fuckin' bad bitches on an island
Or some drugs that I don't even take,

on these jazz beats
They diggin every track, you'd think I'd have cleats
Little do they know this road to takes a heavy toll
Told myself I'd rather be far

feeling empty.
		Christ be with me.
		Fatigue needing energy.
		Christ be with me.

Verse:	Whenever my energy is low
		fatigued and I don't even know.
		How

without
Why give a shit bout somebody who won't even give a ounce
Empty tables, I celebrate on my own
Empty inbox, no one hitting my phone
Empty bottle,

conjunctions
Are bound to make me fail

Blinded by hate
Falling down
Seeing what's left
Empty and Hollow

Screaming for help
Bound by these chains
While all eyes

Estadium Nacional

Magellan

Impending Ascension

"these are my last words, their treasonous hands
Have us all under siege, now do you understand? "
Gossens ministers - all at hand
Will take up final

to scatter 
But I think it's about forgiveness 
Forgiveness 

Even if, even if you don't love me anymore 
These times are so uncertain 
There's a yearning

going on for a bit
There's nothing left in my stomach
But guilt and an empty pit
I play out in real-time
Through a screen in my pocket
And I can't even

hard

They gave us warnings try to tell us this place dangerous
But it's beautiful I love It girl I saver this
First journey out and I get chased by some

of shit outta nothing, nigga
You rappers are all under siege (Siege)
Pull up, no roll up my cleats (Cleats)
Bitch nigga nah, that's a reach (Reach)
Gang

politics got trick up their sleeves ,/of my empty palms tree outta Miami ,blowing throughout the seven seas/iz shot flowing by the bumblebee's clean all the honey out my

That Power

Childish Gambino

Camp

2011

All these haters
See you later
All that I could do
But you don't even feel me though
I know you know I know you got that power
That power
Oh,

round face. She did 
Tell me once that our chest was the place where these 
Things lived. Abstractly? No. Never abstractly. 
Not quite concretely either,

and they can't relate
Or if they've never even felt it or been in the same place
I'd rather have them lie to me than me lie to them
Keeping up this whole

refuses to stop.
Many many years later I heard Freezing Moon by Mayhem and these words jumped out: 
 the cemetery lights up again, eternity opens
and I say

took my heart and they stepped on it (wow)
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself, homie (huh)
These fuck niggas made me sick, they got me nauseous (ugh)

street dreams are made of these
Still when I pass by they continue to freeze
'Cause the rest of this shit is strictly freestyle

Catch it and why Hollywood

And this room full of people still feel like its just a empty room

Surrounded by these people I still feel like I'm in a empty room
I hope that ill see you

die by myself (yuh)
These are just things I think about so good luck to you
You'll have to put up with my shit to be in a better mood
Will we get