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and Marni when I'm on the scene
I can't fuck with no bitches who stuck on the scene
My life is a movie can't be in a scene
You got to go head and schedule

I just smoked that cookie now I see it a little clearer
I just made it to the sun from a stormy weather
I just turned my lights on now I see

first beam
Bound by hope and passion, breaking through the seams

He thanked me with a smile, his eyes are blazed
He said you changed my world in so many

chimney, just so I can eat the cookie
Probably leave the milk, just to show you I'm not a rookie
Won't you jingle all my bells, won't you jingle all my

a mountain, thank life for the struggle and beauty
to use my time to write a poem or a useless song.

What is it to be free?
Will you please tell me what is

No Alibi

The Roots

Home Grown! The Beginner's Guide to Understanding the Roots, Vol. 2

2005

prophecy
My attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's

No Alibi

The Roots

Illadelph Halflife

1996

attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's quick to pull it?

problems by becoming Rich (Cheers)
Cha'thang Cha'thang
Urban Waagwan
South Side to the World
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Used to put in work every day like it was

the shit you are fighting for
You all, you all
Them all, them all
An opinion to deny
Shove up your opinion in your ass

Live your life, let me live by my own

and still learned none

"Cookie Monster was a prisoner of war" is the kind of poem I like
The kind only God can write
The kind that spells out my life in

Let me show you what it is ain't trynna waste time
I use to try to be cool
Without you by my side I act a fool
All this love stuff is cruel
But for you

suddenly out the corner of my cornea
A sign ‘heaven’s closed, going through hell’s the detour’
I’m stopped by a, “Glad you could make it, I’m a life coach”

the backseat
Cause that life ain't for me my lane is different but get yo cheese
Everyday brick by brick we building up our monument
Practice yo sport little

10,000 Days (Wings, Pt. 2)

Tool

10,000 Days

2006

hold a candle up to you
Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see

But enough about the collective Judas 
Who could deny you were the one who

Rising from the ashes
Turn night into gold
Wipe away the goblins from my eyes
Glide in urban anger
In this city's smog
That's the price for opening

truth, so I hope that we can see the same thing
I'm aiming, coming for the top, no need for naming
In my life I spoke the truth and all they did was shame

so you can relax!
Giving my momma a milli, one of my first goals
When I Zelle her that milli, Zelle a few to my bros
Can't get rich all by myself, this

American Skin (41 Shots) [Bruce Springsteen Cover]

Mary J. Blige

American Skin (41 Shots)

2016

the vestibule
Praying for his life

Is it a gun? Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet? This is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret, my

Welcome to the world spurred by connected references
Anecdotes to mask the notes of our collective emptiness
Readiness to die like Biggie no big

As I read my own words back to me
I realized I can be simply here
Looking through the trees
Witnessing myself in the fox by the river
There's nothing

let the Holy Spirit guide
It ain't a poltergeist but trust me IT is down to ride
So imma try and introduce some balance to my life
Cookie Pies
Burger

this little thing here we call life
Like how we’re smiling in the day then locked away by the night
I’m on top of the world today then on the floor by

it by hand or the money machine 
This is my life this is not make believe
Jugg and finessin i do it with ease
250 my sneaks foamposite my feet 200 my

on cookie,
Counting up doe with my ice 
No Ben and Jerry 
You play with me you’re playing with your life
Trust me I’m deadly

Got old friends I wanna murder