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But we could live a long happy life, peacefully  

But damn it's time to go it all happened so suddenly 

Now it's Back to reality In actuality I wish I

we need to get high to get by, to survive
And to live out the monotony of our daily lives
The past seems great, I'm just saying
It's not like I'm

think we're beefing for

I kicked it into gear, no more living in park
See the contrast is stark when you mirror my art
I'm an outburst of sparks coming

nobody to save me
(Pink Runtz just to fill my lunges)
Too damn high I don't wanna come down
Tried to leave me behind gotta live with that choice
I wasn't

99 Bottles of Beer Lyrics BY: D-Black

1st verse
I knew this player name Heineken his Boy Corona/
Old foster ran a juke joint on the corner/
Colors

a rack on it
All my niggas is savages
Bought a skeng and then I park it by the garages
See your girl on the ends
Now she wanna be friends
I look in her

still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I

lock your door
They dig until they spot your core
The cops ignore
You buried in the park by the commodores
Navy fleet plunging
We pray the peace coming

return in kind with a constellation of smiles. I see a girl approaching, she wears a high vi's vest. She takes the Star of David and she holds it to her

These words won't live forever so a nigga gotta make them
High as Seven Seals on the real I cook with the apron
Today I'm feeling Cajun in a haven made

fat sack
And a fifth of Mac

Cruising down the street yeah you know I'm high
Cops just stare every time I drive by
Just smoked a bowl and I feel real

an act of love ryan and Hudler's back
You can't sneak a piece of
Cheese by a hungry rat
Morales up to bat the ball left the park
Hererra, Davis
Holland

Maybe Next Time

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

time for fessing or faking, messing or making
Mistakes, cause it takes heavyweights to stakes
Or high, so why would you ever want to front?
And try

Take a Ride

BG. Knocc Out

Real Brothas

1995

[verse 1]
It ain't nothin like days when a nigga can roll
Either slidin on dubs, or rollin daytons and fo's
Livin that life because you only live

peacoats with pumps in the sleeves
Pull up in yellow Bimmers like we fuckin' Latin Kings
Shootouts in Dewey Park, left the TEC by the swing
Pay fees

They say there's something in the dark
On a rooftop sitting high
Its yellow eyes are a watermark
Running for passers-by

Unseen but seeing everything

It was a warm Wednesday morning, down south in Parkland
Where the only news there was of the high school and its band
With all its suburbs and parks

Morphed into some kinda park-town-prawn-like monster
Watching him emitting a excruciating high pitched squeak like when you cook a lobster
Most of the crowd

steady, impressed by my resume
Looking straight into the eye of the reaper every day, I
Shook mistakes off my mind, I'm more alive inside the present day
I

your time
One day (Is yesterday)
Let go and leave it all behind
Keep it wavy (Wavy)
Smile and wave see
Wana live by the sea and surf
But all these sharks

she don't care
Fly back around, one more good time
Park this muthafucka been around the block twice

I don't want a driver, drive myself while I'm high

on the airline that takes them sky high
To destine their own line, that defines their guidelines
To be the sunshine, others need in their lives
What's the punch

Park 5 Collin Warner from Crown Heights
Brothers Villified from a crooked Systems that took their lives 
Black man Crucified still fighting for Equal

I guess that I've gotta live with the fact
I don't know how far I will get with this rap
Maybe I'll never make it out of here
I give it my all without