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Free cuz, in the Feds
Free cuz, in the Feds
R.I.P, Ray Ray!
Nigga; I done cut, the dreads
Free, Kaycee
I got you, lil cuz
Nigga, hold your head

the same inside
I have a dream in time
we're walking through the gates with glass to shield the rays and garments chase
our steps as we embody faith
don't go

to come up here and hold my pickle to satisfy this weird man out here on the stage?
Frank: You're probably wondering why we call it a pickle . . . 
Ray

on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son,

Yeah, yeah
Just another day, I don't stop where the chicken
Just another dog in a world that get wicked
I don't know the price, but could show you

intentions made were true 
You the mother of my child 
Some times you drive me wild 
I'll be the Tarzan to your Jane 
This weed just numbs the pain 
Even ray

from the cement
I don't blame you for doing what you did
I just wish you thought about it better choices made by the Id
What am I to you? Just another

blow
I came here to shine
If you didn't now you know
I like to keep it on the low
Gulf stream with the flow
So I keep it by the coast
Hold up
I'll wait

Stand by me
Stand with me

Here I stand, against the shadows in the darkness
How do i fight to see another ray of sun
A ray of hope i'm holding on to but

just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show them who

Nineteen Eighty Bore

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

will to act,
Lost in drab confusion, was it fiction, was it fact?
Another plastic bullet stuns another Irish child,
But no-one's really bothered, no,

G
Or you gon' hold it all inside or you gon' tell on me?
Shit it's all cool, cause it was all good
It's just another day in Doggy Dogg's neighborhood

When I start getting pussy every day of my life
It really didn't matter what the bitch look like
I remember one night, after the Sugar Ray fight

My Ghetto Heroes

Master P

Ice Cream Man

1996

Niggas that's in sports
All this type of shit as heroes
They might look at motherfuckin Muhammed Ali
Yah know Sugar Ray Leanord, Mike Tyson, but me..

with you
Cuz I need you like that, for real
Head over heels, and all it took was a tap
Remember

Picnics by the west side
I can take you there
Trying not

rays
Be your strength not your pain
Be your night and your day
Be your joy and your
I'll hold you down
Down down ah
Down

Traveler's Suite

Blues Traveler

Decisions of the Sky: A Traveler's Tale of Sun and Storm

2000

And as he rides off in the sunset he feels the last rays burn
And shine

My setting sun
No we ain't done
My setting sun
No we ain't done
The only one

Long Story Short

The Avett Brothers

Closer Than Together

2019

drifting, staring at John who just got the job
Busing tables to pay for Community College
An Associates degree in x-ray technology

John is too old

about nothing
You're changing but you're not realizing
I run on the street
In a river of rain
Like an innocent child
Please hold my hand
The days gone by

to blow up
Treat the beat like a grenade, when I pull out the pen
Just want to give them something they feeling
Like when you eat an omelette, hold on
But

a nigga bitch what it really means ima fuck the rest
Ain’t no going back, used to be broke
Now I’m getting money by the day
Running away and im getting

go to war for you just like Rambo 
Going all night never running outta ammo
You there for my bucket not you there for my Lambo 
And she hold me down

I see the dawn I knew has left me
I'm in the water sinking down
Nothing familiar here to hold me
The sky grows dark with pain

Seems all my treasures

for adoption. Would've sold it for a profit
A prophet with a box cutter. Yeah, hold up in the cockpit
My hostage in bondage, on bail bond for a locket