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We all live and die
We fight so long to rise against the pain
Too much bloodshed on our streets
We wash our hands, we're dripped in rain
Tryna make
hot pit like ball of grease



Stand alone on my own ten toes against foes

It's a snowstorm and you outside gettin' cold

Luck has struck one buck for
that, caught some slugs
And we loved him 'cause, in him we, saw some of us
He walked like us, talked like us
His back against the wall, nigga fought
he didn't want to get caught acting a fool
If he follows his own rules the whole ruse would go perfectly
All that was left to do was press execute
ya'lls lives are backwards
I mean just look at your clothes, they're all tattered
He turns to a take a nap
His wallet falls, then I see a photo slide back
to unload

Feel the black embrace of loneliness 
Betrayed by friend and foe, I stand alone 
For everyman has his own sin to serve 
God vs. God as we fight for
the call
To fall to floor in those exact words
Too OD to think of him
But now he holds his lack of words
It was all backwards
His addiction not understood
his own soul
Sell out the garden in a plot against his own people
These feeble weasels with closed pineals sheeple-ing 
The gullible into mental states
heart broken
By the time a nigga broke he must to get his heart broken
Oya work
For the boss wey de flog boys
Boys need d motivation, No be only stick
'Cause if your GM is your BM secret BD
Then this is all makin' plenty fuckin' sense to me
Ayy, let that shorty breathe
Shake that ass, bitch, hands
the black tux over there with Lucky
Bring my heater, niggaz might try to slug me
Take me out in back of the club and buck me, and touch me
I felt a hand tug
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
We out here
The black blocks all up at the front in black bloc
Next to some wily white socialist and street doc
They are tear gassing us
Shoulder
And the dwarfs of falseness throw mud at your back
Guided by spells from the old seer's hands
You're suffering pain only steel can stand

Stay well on your way
nothingness brought forth all of existence
So don't mind me if I seem a little off-key, or I sing a little off-key
It's more than mere melody
I'm in tune
your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against
O-Shizuru, O-Itsuki, The warrior and the poet dead
The Empress' parents slain by her uncle's disdain

She would ride against her mother's wish
Shefali would
He's holding justice in his hands
Lets the man in the white cloak go
Calls it the law of the land

Love Is all is alright 
But you left it a little
out here on our own
So I got two gats, one black and one of chrome
Now I don't wanna hurt nobody, but I must defend mine
It's all the fuck I got, so
is raised against their weapons of gleaming crystal,
And the virgin snow is rendered crimson by bloodshed in a searing storm of
slaughter.
(Wounded,
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music

With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
Leaped naked from the sea.
His fillet knife was in his hand.
He jumped aboard the train.
"Give up your bucks, you tourist schmucks.
I'm Key West Jesse

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