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a million stars and they're out tonight tonight
Which one will be the one to guide you right

With the light that is in your eyes
Holy water from your cries

so Throw it in the bag
I'm giving out deals right before your Very eyes 
An im hoping that you see an aint Living in the times

It's been a long time

the formula ain't no way we can stray
Give thanks learn the rules to the game we have to play
Take heed in the last words that I say
To keep your cup filled, it

I was left to pieces
And now I'm picking myself up
In a crowd cheering me on
But my head keeps flooding

I just feel like giving up tonight
Why

to the poster, rather than
It's 24 by 36 in dimension and about as thick as you're double-fisted dick-grip read

Thanks again for lettin' me phone that friend,

ain't gon' judge you 
I'ma love you 
And show you how it really feel, to have a real nigga by your side 
Wipe them tears from your eyes, for you be

Cutting these bitches, I'm feeling so sick 
When they ask who done did it, I'll dip in a second
So glad I could end it, the shit that I've
Written

didn’t call it quits
Graduated to a coffin on a thrill-ride scholarship
And yet I still might want a hit
I keep my wallet empty 
Debit go to Jack D

the streets there in the dark
Most any time you'd find her walking the line to a 
Room lit by candles burned half low
Ooh

His papa was a jazz man hard liquor

Yeah
It's been long time since I been inspired by desires
But my wheels keep on moving don't matter if I get tired
I'm a hot wire
When I see red I

on Live it look like three strikes 
Only got one lung watched him run for his life 
Nigga whole run could be done in a night
Muthafuck a song is your son

fuck the eyes on our backs, we're no fucking actors we're beholders.
Keep it in mind when your son will be hit in the guts by some cops' baton.

So dig

toothbrush waiting in his new cell
Mama sick and her son ain't doing too well
Outside the wall, the opps giving his whole crew hell
Whole crew hell
But I keep

the creamy thighs, dreamy eyes
I slipped into a comatose state state when you walked by
Froze when you said Hi, smile mind-tricked me, jedi
Had me beggin'

durk 
gotta Still work 
Grilling over the hill 
By the amityville church 
It was written by Gods son 

So can you can get jiggy 
To will’s verse 
Jordan

on running from your love that's what I keep running from
Had to lock me down so me and you could be one on one
Radiation man I only want my heat from the Son

could
Tell by the slang that I talk son
I’m straight from New York
Hell’s Kitchen, MP to be exact
Can only keep it real so I
Don’t know how to act
Yo my

A Silent Drum

In Fear and Faith

In Fear and Faith

2012

known to man:
The governing hand

Don't let me die, don't let it crush me inside
I only trust what these eyes can see
Son just open up your eyes

and circumstance revealed by the mornings light

Would lead one to believe that something evil walks the night

Oh something evil walks this night

In the whispering

Get Lost

Herman Brood

Saturday Night

1992

every once in a while
Someone's passin' by you just can't get of your mind
Someone passin' by
Gives you that precious little grain
That makes you feel

crown until it reaches down into your own toes
Only then, may I allow love in
Not something that goes by, much like henna on skin, no
What I'm lookin' for

on stand up
And I’m the furthest thing from free in the place that it was the land of
How the fuck that happen
I look in my sons eyes I could never lie
I

alive 
Bitches niggas hatin' wonder why
Jealousy is burnin in their eyes 
Pound of fire burnin in my lungs
Slide my dick up underneath her tongue
Said she

deploy
Cause we demons yea
All my niggas demons yea
So we living in dark times
So it feels like hell on earth
Leh chamoon said make me your wife
I'm like