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and fallen short of the glory of God
So we strive for perfection because we came into this world flawed
I know we were born in sin but nobody should be bound

Ruff Ryders All Star Freestyle

Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust

2001

year you was born in

Listen man, Don't worry how many gats this crook has
Just know I stay strapped like book bags
Bitch is shook ass
You just getting

my queen tomorrow 
In an art form I was born in two ill be gone 
Thought id never see the day when the trees get legalised 
by train ride by with my

I was born and raised in Chicago
With a hollow chest
And a breath full of stress
From the fear of being swallowed dead
With a lump in my throat
Over

I was
Born in the 70s
Grew up in the 80s
Teen by the 90s
But them thousands drove me crazy
10s were never perfect
But they damn sure changed me
Now

Tut-Ench-Amon (Tutankhamen)

Falco

Junge Roemer

1984

any older, he might as well be dead 

Dressed in army surplus the files around me swarm
On a mission without a purpose, I wish I'd never been born

clinging onto the streets we used to linger on

Oh well, there goes another one
I grew up for some reason dreaming of true love
Born in the forest with three

Welcome to the show, in Chicago when it's 20 below
I'm in the zone so if you're frozen
It's cause my whole zen and flow spins that cold when I go in

Dancing as the needle moves
Not as if we fully free to choose
I believe
Die by beliefs if you don't believe in truce
Some want to die when they receive

something
Ask me why im red pill
You see how dying to blue ones
All about my greens
But nothing wrong
With a crouton
Being swallowed
By bitches in benzs
That

kick drums, saxophones, and Kool-Aid red guitars
I've never been the quiet kind
I was born a stereotype
New York Jazz Chicago Blues
The violins in Berlin

more to go
And it might go by slow
But it'll all be worth it
When you put all the work in
Talent doesn't matter
All that matters is your mindset
I need

I let god in my soul
I been getting high every night I fly wit the crows
I set fire to the coast on the westside
And I get by like the most
Nigga

Servin out dem zippies wit dem clippies cuz they hips strapped 
Tunnel Vision, I'm an alpha u a bravo
Boy was born in loudon but he act like he Chicago

(Police have made an arrest in the shooting death
Of Chicago born rapper King Von
Good morning to you Frank
A young rapper by the name of Pop Smoke

life for 13 years

Sometimes you did the things that was expected
Yet I stood by, you watched your first born cry
And everything you did in life you said

bothered by shouts

Don't call my city chiraq
If you never had tears
From the violence

Don't call creative shit wack
If you live in a box
And ain't tried it

See, I was born on the west side
Of Chicago, Humboldt Park
Swear that shit made me walk right
Apart from painful situations
We lived alright
Thankful

Grabbin mics, experimenting, nothin to it but to do it
Rob Ill told em…. in this fight by myself
We battle with hard lyrics, spending money, getting wealth

by the 3rd
We'll burn it down again
Man
Fuck what you heard
Shit's absurd
Cop's will leave dead by the curb
But that's the way it is
Growing up in

They Would Send You Home 
By Time You Got In The Door 
Hear Mama On The Phone 

Damn... 
Where Did That Love Go 
When We Had Fist Fight 
Even When

so am I",
cnd we was born at damn near the same time,
Ok let's rewind,
I don't believe in a coincidence,
So baby tell me what this is,
Is it

King is dead
The Karaoke King is dead, the Karaoke King is dead

Charlie was born in the city
Moved to a small town when he was a kid
His daddy was

addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get