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Name MoeBank
But to you that's Mister
Running through your
Spot like a mf twister
I'm loved by your woman 
Cousins and all your sisters
These poems

whose warm, insistent smile would not be denied
Down on her knee, hurriedly readying boy child for the light of day
Said same boy the same words, although

last name Driver -
I’m forever in my lane for years
You been on the bench like Luol Deng
One day, i’mma have to shoot a rapper
Just to prove I bang
When

down from Heaven?

I don't even wanna go home
I don't care no more i just wanna float
Laid down on the kitchen floor
Been by myself for 1000 years
Been

at mine
Eating Maggi, but also drinking Pepsi pretending it was wine
Those were the good days,
But as we got older, life got in the way
And I stopped

songs, they're all concepts
Compass on my finger, news, I'm still the best
Can't catch up with myself, I'm so far ahead of the rest
They said 'Don't trust

would think I was heaven sent
I'm focused on the present tense
Getting to the presidents
Counting up my severance
Stack it by my preference
Killing beats

from popping oxy
Humane compared to how you drop a body
Of a fraud, no moxy, now they non responsive
One day, clarity'll catch the conscience
And you'll

on my hands and had to be done by 11
Progression, I've rocked shows all over the place
Whole crowds of new people lookin right at my face
I used to cup

it's Christmas day
I was steady putting up my tree while yall were giving thanks
My bitch being pulled by reindeer how she fucking slay
Wow I really said

Same shit it's just a different day
Inconsistent emotions leave me not knowing what to say
I get down on my knees, in hopes I find peace as I pray

enough
Gotta learn to let go
Inside your heart

If heaven is a place, then it lives in your heart
And if home is in the heart, make sure it isn't dark
Keep

unexpected
Twenty-eight so soon, I was affected
I was twenty-six, his death hit home
I hoped that he and Cube would write new songs
And Joe and Cube would

of those
Make them hoes touch ya toes for a bag a dro
Or a half a O
I remember 29th St
Whole squad one house
Every day a new bitch getting
World starred

And every new day is a blessing
Another chance to get it
Another chance to heal
My soul
And learn a lesson
Another chance to fuck up the world
No stressing
So

You ever been visited by a phantom
Hijack your mind
Hold your thoughts for ransom
So what's your wealth to a peasant
Did it all for a taste of heaven

Married to the money now you’re dancing with the Devil
Always In disguise exposed by the pencil
Heaven or hell we are told there are levels
Taught to sell

givin'me hell but lookin so heaven sent
You can tell that I'm up
By my demeanor and by how I dress
Plus I really do not give a fuck
Bout no other nigga I

If you jump off a train and get hit by a truck
Or If you're out playing poker and you've run out of luck
Or if you jump in the lake and get bit by

my throbbing head on
I swore one night you'd send me Straight to heaven
Each night you knocked everything down
Ripping your bed apart
Pulling more than

pero Americano my boots
This ain't Dora the Explorer but I'm by your side like Boots (I'm by your side)
What we gon' do with this day that was made (Huh)

acting like they are hurt
Mad at they house and job
And feeling overworked
Cant make it threw the day without going bezzerk
Haterz on the rise no surprise

Emmett Till he was heaven sent
Murdered by those who voted for the current president 
They love it when we trap rap or playing some ball
I did it all like

As the light goes down on this fanciful heaven 
A memorial for the fallen, a feast for the raven 

The day yelds its weapons to the endless night