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capital is a trickier form
Of leverage to use, it's more modern
It's the one that people have used to
Get fabulously wealthy in the last century
It's

this the love I seek?"
And then it becomes clear that she is in need
But you don't see her
You don't see her
Lying on the floor
She could be weeping
She

a weapon
One only sees anger, a weapon
We walk the same road
Carry the same colors
Can't break that by making the road red
All roads lead back to ones home

dreadful past

An empty house
That used to be
A place of safety and retreat
For the longest time
Until now

It was swallowed in a wave of fire
Burning

rendezvous
Oh, you used to be so sweet, 'til you let it take hold
And I'm happy just to sit here, watching it all unfold
Don't have much to try and give here

and
Works in isolation
A killer who may have used off
Hours in a laboratory to produce-

Music, brother!

You call that music?

Yeah

By the grace of Almighty

a fleeting sight
It's always the living that are haunting my nights

Where is the sweet soul that you used to be
Gone like a thistle that's blown

wearing a doctor's coat 
But in his hand is the ring of a lawmaker

One by one, they stop seeing the colors they used to see
And the light turns bleak

It must be heavy on your heart
Like a rose being used as a bookmark 
It must feel like you're all alone
Like a bird in a cage by a window
Just

machines that they can now do without
You were cashed in and then sold out
By all the people papers write their stories about
You were you were my friend

barely brought bags of bucks to cubs
But it was always enough
Our clothes might not be new but never dirty
I mean we
Might be hungry
But we were never

Words that were spoken, promises broken
Never meant to be
Games you were playing, things you were saying, carried unto me
By the tide
The rise

Aye
Appears I was a little tough on you last time, Brandon Nimmons
People got the wrong impression, you're a good guy
So here we go
Yes, I used

me
Get's thicker everytime i breath
Shawty could it be? (Shawty could it be)
Is this sunken world not that bad as it used to be
All this years past by

We're going to Strathmore for Christmas
It's a homely town indeed
But when you're with your loved
Ones there's no better place to be

We're going

ones there’s no better place to be

Uncle Chad and Aunt Lisa
Will drive from Redondo Beach
Trading Pacific Ocean breeze for Strathmore valley heat

Uncle

We've been writing the two of us
But something is different it's all because
Alone, I'm singing you my saddest song
Now I know it won't be long

I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie
'97 had a brick by the muffler crony
Wholesale to my select
Preferred customers only
The white horse cooked

heard

I heard a story
About 23 years old
And I heard it from somebody
That I used to know
Spendin' days lonely
With no place to go
But to the corner
For

the isrealites
Indicative of all the mourning
From the killings tonight
Uh
War modify knowledge like
I’m Furious Styles
Contrarians feelin endangered
By gregarious

Is this the last time I come to this house?
Are we the weak kind, moved by our own doubt?
Can we not be the same as we used to be?

How can we get

lost purpose
How're you gon be the head of your household 
When the woman is the only one that's working
As a king, you feel worthless 
When you're used

tasks that used to be performed by humans and now relegated to robots 

We no longer vacuum our homes 

We leave it to the robots

Our lives are now

You must be used to this by now, I'm sure
After all this time, I've endured for you
Don't turn down the volume, let it soar
Don't discard this