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the blues
Won’t live like I am being held for ransom
I want to have the power to choose

There’s something ‘bout the way the sun comes up and down
Yet nothing

out them C8's step on shit live pavement
Hoping out that alley with them drakes we put up ninas
Treat shit like i'm Brady in the 4th, they in

defeated death not a bunny
They make up holidays to get money
You'll get stung if you play with the honey
I am blessed it's way different than lucky
Yahweh

will guide them
Enemies shine eyes papa God 
will blind them

So the joy of the Lord is my strength 
And the life that I live is the best yeah

Either you live, or you die. The struggle's real
Strychnine Records
Prophet
Yo Strict nine be the gang, guess what nigga that ain't never gon' change

dimension beyond Bill Gates
Spiritually rich I live at my own pace
Deliver the weight in bricks like a cold case.
I remember that racist sh** on the front

Vote for the ice-cream man
Someone let him out of the fridge
He will make our lives more stimulating
We should vote for him
He’s so sweet

childhood holidays
When my cousins would come around to play
And mom would make us memorize psalm 91
To start the day these were the building blocks
On which

wanting kids
My god you barely 18 
You planned 6 years ahead of time
It's dot by dot, you crazy
You act like I ain't lazy 
You trap me with your alcoholic

to go and just use what you got
Because of you
I can see beauty where there's flaws
Because of you
I work to live and give when there is cause
Because

things like take a picture by a pram
Then say: "Ha-ha, it's not mine"

On Instagram
You can show the world you're having Sunday with the fam
Or going out

parts
Then flown out again, to another posh part of another city
Where they're paid very well to do their job

They live in a bubble, where they never see

of so many
Lovelorn voices are
Crying out to be seen
Then ignored by everyone
Then when they realise nobody cares
They take everything out on themselves

If I live in a tiny little holiday chalet
Cos today will pay
Another day on my name
For the next 2-K sales
The small print contains
The details that

watched refugees in Hungary,
Chased across the frosted fields,
By police that looked like the SS
Deporting Jews back in  ´43.

Hammer home the rusty nails,

Do you live by 
Words on a backdrop
Of a well shot 
Holiday hot spot 
Motivated or not 
All we ever want is 

A new experience 
Keep buying, living

holidays past black Christmas trees
Sad Thanksgivings no forbidden Halloweens
Years have passed and now I'm free 
I found out you were left by Granddaddy

From a distance seen in plain sight
Rappers delight others live in freight
Searching for closure 
now my pole position
Racing racism ready to exceed

flats I'm in and out no commotion
Bought packs from Bodyguard by Cadogan
What watch golden
Take my gyal on holiday she's coming back golden
She's Bae but

yards overgrown with weeds 
On the ruins of our old lives they slowly feed

Where is my hometown when they all have fled 
And the streets the people I

I pushed that shit to a Half a ounce 
Get it how u live 
From where you gotta make every dollar count 
Nigga are u serious 
All u do is sleep right

The profession of her new attraction
I’ve never been one for gossips
But we live in an age of information
Could I still trust her with with my secrets
Regret

birthday just a holiday
I don't even drink, you can keep the Alize
Either way, ill still be chilling when I'm 28
In a mother fuckin' yacht, a villain sipping

By the time you get your hands on the wheel
But don't you worry 'cause everything's gonna be just fine
Just stay on the ride
After the cold wind dies