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his own vomit
He gets his food and his garments
by digging in the garbage
I beg your pardon Mr. president
but I'm a resident
and since you've been in

There's a day left on the sell by when you sling it in the bin
Well I'm forced to gut and slice and dice the shit the cat dragged in
Friends are high

they haven't yet
Tattoos over scars from the days I bled
Done with exes and r's it is not the meds
Is the loyalty? real do I need a pledge?
The pillow

And then I said Yes, like the fool that I am; a fool knows a fool but no fool is a man

You'd only been on the project for 3 days, a BA, start

is good what is bad
What is hood and what's the fash
Shun them if they don't have
Judged by our own class
Why do we all get tense
Why I think it should

on an incident
A recent incident
Maybe you've had the same experience
Driving along a very busy street
In the afternoon traffic
With honking and screaming

to the present day situations
From Rome to the plantations
To the globalized enterprise takeover by the corporations
But this here is a declaration
Yah Run It

I had a good day so I’ll spill it out, 
Been a long year, been figuring it out, 

With all that’s going on, 
I want you to know 
Yeah I’ll hold you

Quarter to two and my mind frame is weakening 
Burning that pine and deep thoughts are still deepening 
Wild illusions of my family chained by the throat

lips
Reclaim my sovereign crown
While I suck my own bliss
Every mistake
Makes us find our way
We get a new chapter
Each moment every day
I used to be

For our daughters and sons
Still healing
From traumatic experiences
Since we were young

You got me twisted
You got me fucked up
Up up up up
You got me

on an incident
A recent incident
Maybe you've had the same experience
Driving along a very busy street
In the afternoon traffic
With honking and screaming

And a bouncer at the door

Consumerists sold me a toy
An experience I'm expected to rate
Boy you call this joy?
Me I think I'll wait

I thought of a dream I once

Just blocks away, amazing restaurants abound,
At Z Hotel, where the best comforts are found.
Rachel, Zeeshan, and The Admiral end their long days,
Happy

sinister,
		Mr Humbug became Prime Minister.

Verse 4 	
		He embarked on his ultimate quest
		To make his country’s schools the best.
		He began by replacing

abuse
some good bird noises there by the way
W is for walter pidgeon
whos mr Griffiths in 'how green was my valley'
i may have started to sound like

Up ready at the dawn of day, Aye!

Thoughts heavy on the moves to make, 

Taking notes on those up in the high rises, 

I’ve gotta get mine and still

It's the sixth sense of desperation
That embodies the soul of the struggle
And forces our ambitions
To make irrational decisions
In order to escape

even move inside my house no more
I can't even sit up on my couch no more
I can't be rich, I can't be broke, I can't be alive
Cops are killing niggas by

Verse 1:
I get by with a little help from everyone I knew this year
So many memories and experiences that I hold dear
Oh the places you'll go, wise

concert
I made you squirt
Then the next day
He filled you up
Like a gogurt
We picked up our shit
Said it's time to call it quits
Me and him made a deal
But

and the vibrations echo to the west, a test for most to be aware of the infinite beauty in our Planet the rest are close but blocked by thoughts that make them panic,

time these days is timeless,

Seen a week go by in the blink of an eye lid,

Take time to learn experience is your sensei,

Repeating old habits will

With my niggas like
"Yooo B, are y'all seeing this?!"
Everybody want that New York experience
Type of shit that you don't see on CNN
Was feeling sick
Now