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Twenty eight years ago a man was murdered in cold blood
It happened so fast he never got to hold his own son
At eighteen he lost his life for simply

Damn man why do bitches be eatas  
If you aint gang no free features 
Met this bitch say she from Cleveland
I don't know if i believe her 
Named my

and tell you who I am, but there's some shit I need to mention
The world is tripping how we all feeling lost
There ain't no man in charge who got the balls

they're pumping our tunes
From where you'd rather be, say it's unfair then come here dude
'Cause each hour the sun's setting somewhere new
Get fly, fuck

God if not I'm in deep
Without him I'm lost and you're stilling running things
I dont know how much more I can take of the beating
With all this torture

the East Side
Detroit City that's where I reside
Try and wave hi every time I ride by
Can't fuck with me
Even if they tried
Like every other person 
Got

The man in the big chair says he's a friend of mine
But I don't see it that way
Turns a blind eye
Pretends nobody dies
It don't make the news that day

It's

Where kids can go play in harmony & peace
And no more daily harassment
By these crooked ass police
I watch it all as I sip my beer
Before I give up hope
I

chapter
Got backers
I shatter
The doubters
They don't play a factor
In fact I am flattered
I'm real you an actor
Don't know what you after
It don't even

by so slowly, but a lifetime goes so fast
Do we hurry through our days & nights just to try and make it last
Is it old or is it new
Are these gray

to the face I couldn't tell you how that mid taste
Bellaire by the case I'm popping shit just cause it Wednesday
Hoe you can't relate I live that shit that's in

the same since I got old enough
I don't always say what's in my mind until I open up
Got the right ones right by my side from the day I chose to love

motherfucker who
Ain't scared to bust in this rusty cunt
That won a cup in collectin' just
Ready to bust
In the city you don't know who to trust
Play a song,

saying names
Like a roll call
Came in this game disabled cuz Moe my road dawg
You see the law
Call ya mans and tellem to hold off
New plug prices cheaper

say: bingo
Move your head to the jingle
Always move ahead, let them being old
Let them cry for what they have lost
Or never got which is worse

Laugh

the plays
I'm surfing a new wave it's feeling tidal, having dreams of being larger than Eiffel, that's something you can't stifle
Obsessed with the views

has been studied exstensively
But what does your musical taste say about you

Back when I pressed play
and heard KRS on that cassette tape
It made my

the work
You can counter me the Merc, Nobody would breathe a word
But somebody not body, Nobody has seen or heard
Headshots soon as I get him in sight
Plenty

the Ts say EoG that I call some loyal Ts
Gotta play the role fam truss I see the program
Tell you bout these roads but I never been a roadman 
Yeah some

the sweepstakes
Lost it all the next day
Not for nothing
All for something
Can't win unless you play or so they say
But me I'm copacetic just to wake up to another

me
By Living a new life
I've been deading off the old me

It's Hell on earth
Still I'm searching for sacred grounds
Raised in an area I'm out of bounds

beats
If you ain't rooting for me you a hater trynna compete
It get hot Miami, pistols blamming, waving the heat
You can't fuck wit dat boy bando they say

'll probably miss it
You take your time, I do mine with a quickness
Tryna find something to help with the image
Trying to focus by blurring the picture
Can

Driving home I saw an old man in a wheelchair with no legs
Made me feel so ashamed for spending days in bed
But then again it’s possible that that’s