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of tears
Haunted by my fears
For years, for years
I've seen the thorns
Hurt my pride
Of roses thrown my way
And yet my dreams
Are standing tall
Although you

me this
When they gone have a cure for Covid
Your guess as good as mine
When it comes to that
Unarmed people
Getting killed
And they not strapped

Can you please read this one time? What does it say?
"To big Bulgarian patriot, and good my friend George"
You can't stop me
You can't stop me
Ima

back fast forward a couple years
Met George when I was a sophomore on the bleachers
Clipse had us boppin' and tappin' sneakers
AIM had us baggin' up

Winter white
Oh what a scene, oh what a sight
Good King George was on the throne
As London shivered to the bone
The strangest season I've ever known

door
Power outage from a storm, fam slept 'round me in scores
As a 10-year-old spore, christian hope turned to a horror
Gored by visions of the place I

because I know
I reached through all the thorns of
Life to pick the fairest rose

She stood by me through hungry
Years and never once complain
When all

Bigger Picture

Cam'ron

The King of Ohio

2009

Ya'll Can't Fuck Wit Us, At All
We Can Go To War For Years
Let's Do It Man (Our Grandsons Could Get It On) Its Nuffin
Let's Do It

[Cam'Ron]
Yo

were loved by your family and adored your precious son who now is forced to live his life without his father at such a young age, only 4 years old.

You

never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

There are no words good enough
To write a song for you
Every time I start to try
I find they just won't do
5 short years have flown on by
And I just

Clinged to the fact, I'm here black, By Any Means!
It's Visine Clear, my intentions for the year
A resolution for the pollution that's produced around here!

bust, it's like getting hit by Mack trucks
Slow money's for show money
But Harlem 'bout that fast buck
Pre-gentrified, only white I seen was bagged up

The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

Then I painted a three-foot slab of pine: "Here lies poor Bill MacKie",
And I hung it up on my cabin wall and I waited for Bill to die.

Years passed

Country Folks

Bubba Sparxxx

Pain Management

2013

on the tailgate
Been doin' this for some years, y'all so late (so late!)
Bangin' OutKast and a little George Strait
Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K

Country

TDF, we ain’t rhyming the same
George Floyd, he aint dying in vain
Reach out, I would die for my gang
Fuck peace now, I would die for my race
We free

you see, 
                                 Times like these ---- gets Written into family Histories
 Stacks of Records out in the Trash
George Jones

these hopeless nights, dreaming 'bout the limelight
But everything is nothing, if there's no-one left to share it with
So this one is for you, my rose, my

read. What's red is read.

So often I've been called the leather clad dad
Ridiculed by those who ought to forget
Well for once wearing my moustache

heartaches by the number, hear that lonesome whistle blow 

I took the grand tour, lived the night life, saw the rose garden too 

found a good hearted woman

see trees are green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue
And clouds of white

get caught up tied, caught up in them lies
I'm on all good vibes, we on an all-time high when we floatin' by with the smoke in the sky
Got some smoke in

so cynical, I could just keep on doing this forever because, you know, they ain't gonna be lookin' for my golden bunnions in a hundred years from now.

Notorious B.I.G.

The Notorious B.I.G.

Born Again

1999

a million
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealin'
Got no love for