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Word goes around
That I've been missing you
That I even had my own tattoo of you
Girl your tripping you must 
Have hit 1 or 2
With all the men in your

because I love you, own my names and brands,

If I'm a hundred then they ain't even a tenth of me-
Tryna run the game with two legs, could call me

wasted
Thinking I was two face, but really I just faced it
In a different bracket but they worried about my placement
Making hits with Mickey D while we in

consumed by my music that I feel lifeless
Introspective on a record they won't listen to it
Everything I give is making me dream until I'm lucid
Mind gone so

an asylum a teen is held down
With medicine she is drowned
Two castrated men, a town which burns
Children skinned, buried alive, her stomach turns

The final

timing
the politicians rhyming their sentiments
so nicely oil gold and sand
my sediments precisely....
We regretfully support the lunacy
I'm afraid there

made grown men rain tears of empathy 
Young and independent has she always been and it shines bright from within 
This life’s taken so much 
All these

ah drop in twos
Mo's Fools do nothin and I tasts my turnin
And passin it out wit tha Layzie lil' Eazy, my mentor
Keep in, handin over tha shoes, I go

backs
On and on
We're the wild and the free
Come meet my friends sword and axe

Two by two we scout the beach
Arrows fly
We're out of reach
An ambush set

on bars I’m nice no flattery
Bitch nigga era just flaring up my allergy
Men casually sipping strawberry daiquiris
Never turn me into that, look carefully,

ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but

of lovelorn doves
We're just fucking kids, but no one makes me feel this safe
All my life I've feared men, and you're so much better than them
And you tell me

It made me stronger to let go of my hate
Walk on your own two feet
Be strong within yourself
Those are true warriors

your attention
But I still gotta manage my own expectations
I know that you've been hurt by men before
Swear I'll never do it to you baby that's for sure

I still see the light in every one of the boys
My guides out of the dark of night
So I will try.

Doing 5 tracks a day
For two summers.
I deserve

you're playing by the book, Tell me your reward
The rich is getting richer and poor's Devoured
Then dem tell you say na God, nigga All be fraud
Listen, its

Stevie can't miss 'em clip 'em off at the tip
Me flossin' proprietorship
Kudos, from one Alfred, two Bills, white collars, bald heads, 
Wingtips over

bread
Now I got two rottweilers by my bed
I feed em lead
I feed em lead
I feed em
Wouldn't wanna be em
When I feed em
Yeah

food

Pardon my French,
You looking at atrist that is starving to death,
Combined with a mothafuckin God in the flesh.
Man I swear to God, I'll tear yo

Keep Ya Heads Up

Ya Baby! String Quartet

The String Quartet Tribute to Tupac

2005

and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her

to lose
Rotten to the core, riven by disease
Learning how to walk again
From a life lived on my knees

Too long, too long, far too long
Too long, too long,

When they raised up Trylon
And the Perisphere
It was reflected in your
Gleaming glycerin tears
Everybody knows the method's
In the medicine
But my

the sky
And sunset with tears of joy
Named after the multitudes of impalas
Who used to roam around in droves
Before it was renamed by the colonial masters

Black Winds

Enslaved

The Forest Is My Throne

Summon thy hidden wisdom, gather the unholy hate
Winter is at hand, frozen my tears will be
Created by blasphemy
The edge of my sword, the powers