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the start
You don't understand
Out from the dark
I'm his right hand
The last son of sam

Protecting myself
By way of deflection
By way of deflection
Wet willy

Directed by distressed genes
My father's father the same
And his son hated me
My mother was a magician
Dave cop a feel every week
Wrap-sheeted on undercovers

Egypt's got me wishing on the old days

I will feed my soul gratitude 
Instead I will pray more when I'm mad at you
cnd just hope to change my attitude

Military Mind

Killa Tay

Thug Religion

blinded by the liquor and weed
I made a change in my life and got some get right
Finally livin decent, no more creepin after midnight
I respect the words

Oh, misty eye of the mountain below
Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke
Keep watching over

son, flow like these my last days
This ain't no rap phase
This rap game like a cascade
God son, flow like these my last days
This ain't no rap phase
This

a question as to what I would think
You were the hole in soul, my life's missing link
The last piece of the puzzle and he made you just for me
God was on his

Black cat cross path all day
But I still be above where the asphalts paved
Strut by trynna' keep my back up straight
Send love to my neighbor tip my

(From him)
Yet not my will but yours be done
(Amen)

Aye
I'm surrounded by friends that are enemies
That befriended me what's the remedy
I'm tryna make

and I'm damaged all by these demons
Cheering on to just tear my soul I cant hear my thoughts cause I'm beasting

Holding in this monster
He hungry for some

catch a demon by their toe
If Jesus didn't send you in my life
I gotta let you go
I'm sorry
Jezebel can go
You can't drain my soul
Focus on my goal
If

Pick Yourself Up

John Pizzarelli

Knowing You

2005

you'll be a man, my son!

Will you remember the famous men,
Who had to fall to rise again?
So take a deep breath,
Pick yourself up,
Dust yourself

nigga
It still hurts my soul to know my brother caged in
He work a job in there, he work the day shift 
That's 19 cents an hour on the slave ship
My

on mimosas by the beach that's where my head is
I don't ever trip cause look I know just where I'm headed
Bosses move in silence you don't know just where my

in my hands
Mouth on that drill ish
I be on that wired insane
Ultimate trill shit
And there is not a soul that can see me
Like I'm not real trick

like a navy seal
Designer my neck to my heels

You know I got keep it real
It hurt my soul when Mizz got kilt
The law took so many of my people
Like

In my lungs be the life
That bring these bones to their feet
In my soul be a fire
A passion writhing in me
Be a river in this valley
Quench

and Lows (My Highs and Lows)
What's your highs if you never reached 'em
And at your lowest know you ain't defeated
Don't be depleted by your demons always

Sekou Story

Nas

Street's Disciple

2004

him off the road
Left him there on Biscayne, clothes stained with his brain
My soul shattered, my man's toe's tagged up
Arrangement's a closed casket

Jamaica Winters
(Jamaica Winters)
Jamaica Winters
(Jamaica Winters)
Check
Uh
My soul was frozen over
(My soul was frozen over)
I had to paint this

I’ve come to seek Your face
Until You bless me I’m not letting go
Something has to change in my heart
Until you touch me rest Your hand on my soul oh yes

Glory, Glory, Glory by inspiration
It's Leslie, all my haters tryna stop me
I'm in speed mode
It's all about the souls
So we are getting them saved o
See

on evening that I can turn my tv on,
cnd I see no grieving,
The world is being bullied by Satan lord please stop the teasing,
I'm suffocated by the crime, lie,

If she'd been the pal that she should have, he might have been raising a son.
Instead of out there on the prairie to die by a cruel Ranger's gun.