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These niggas know me in the streets because I'm active
cnd these bitches love me, always tell me I'm attractive
I really got that blicky on my lap

all my ice on, ain't nothin' changed
If I die, bury me with my chain, uh-huh
Posted up in the hood by myself, we ain't the same
I know legends never

I’ve learned to burn the past away
The ashes fall in time
Bury the pain of yesterday
And start another life

Afraid of dark clouds ahead of me

If I Could Change

Master P

Hot Mixx

1997

callin 
Henacee and weed when they bury P 
a quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me 
fall on my knees to no nigga 
trapped in this hood, raised by

every word
I'll ignite, I'll break free
You'll witness the fire
That's burning in me
You'll witness the fire
That's burning in me
You try to bury me, bury

I remember when I fell for your willow eyes
And your incandescent smile
You brought me back to life
I can't quite explain it
With you, I lose track

inside? Are we paralyzed
These voices in my head tell me stay away from you
We're so haunted by the patterns changing in my mind
Can we relax and just take

clam
Can I cultivate my crop can I bury my yam

All these things I say
I mean no disrespect 
But you belong on display in a museum 
As a testament

get it in, let's get it in)
And if it feels good baby just let me know
(Let me know, let me know)
And if it feels good baby just let me know
(Let me

Two's on a draw that was Qwayback Qwayback
Pedalling piff no breaks man
Sunset smoke by the lakes and talking trips to the far east Asia
Me and bro

move cream down here no holsters
Pistols in they jeans down here i bury you or
You bury me or we gon funk all year

And sometimes I can't sleep
At night

Falling over again just bury me inside the booth
Solitary the truth is I'm confined
So lit fur you I fell in burning thru the sky
Turn all my sound

That’s why I never ever watch da shit
So you can miss me with your narratives
Cause all you do with truth is bury it


So I don’t never ever watch the,

am one struggling, 24 hours a 
Day and my brain don't take days off. He keeps me 
Awake and my days often blur. Making my 
Peace come in music

Nothing Nie!
 
And the look of the cygan ..
listen
Tak, tak, Tak
Bury me standing up with the cygan thrust
Bury me standing up!
You bury me standing up here

not fair
You keep me on the edge of my seat
A white flag raise it up in repeat it’s not fair
I’m done I’ve admitted defeat
So I’ll bury my face in your

die here in this lonesome bar
Don't take me backwards to your hell
Just bury me in the silver moon motel

Fast awake from a golden dream
Softly soothed

there by my side, he saved me in the nick of time
Even the wine couldn't break our bond
Now I'm free to do whatever I want
(Cinder Elle)
I'll turn

by the willows 


Reading Paulo Coelho


Tell me fatima


Are you a dreamer ( Are you a dreamer) 

cause I envision the two of  us


Possessed by

underwater by wasted dreams
The way you roll your eyes
Is burning bright in my memories
You can make me fall apart in under thirty seconds
Smile so

Bury the man, continue the plan 
Responding to a natural path 
Becoming a man, you learn the math 

Bury me, in my sleep 
Let what I believe in

Just to bury me alive
I am far from worthy
From heaven
Awaiting the shadow of my flaws
Wandering in a life without a cause
I
I dissolve to the sound

eye.

Poplar trees and Willows, the Lilac by the house,
Where Grandpa lived and Grandma sang, and scones came hot from a gridle pan, 
Grandpa taught me

Oh Cheryl won't you meet me by the window?
I've got something I'd like to say to you
Oh Cheryl meet me at the weeping willow
Let me know just what you