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I can hear the whippoorwill sing
At this time of year their voices ring
Long before the break of morning light
In the middle of the night

I came

cuss, what's good?
Zero liquor, but we still got that buzz
Got us feeling like light year
Out of this world, yeah this our year
Hol' up, slow up
Don't get

Here I am, 38 years a man, 38 years to become this man
And one day I'll be nothin' but footprints in the sand
And I don't know if I can
Carry

to say this gone be my year
Yeah cast my spells before a nigga say
Anything out his mother fucking mouth
Trying to give a reason why a nigga snitched
Need

acorns buried deep
In the ground I left soaked
To someday be reaped

Apple trees with white blossoms
Marking early spring
Surrounded by bees' soft hum

dreamselves whole. / 

I am waiting all alone.
The years go by.
The years are a horn
silently bellowing.
Time is mellowing...
nothing.
I'm something
sweeter

sonnet
Lost in translation like the smaller the peak
I remember feeding ducks and playing with bees like
I remember mother's hugs and swinging off

had any cash to bid,
And Stylz wasn't so noble coz the king was just a prince
Before Cal got his marks and I ain't talking Communism
It's still Year

The hoes be working for E's shirts and his sleeves
Begging me to teach the birds and the bees, bitch!

All this goat talk like I ain't picking my foes-

All

to ponder?
Bees store honey, you store gold, but for all you gain here
Once you're dead, they'll shout, Away! Don't let his ghost remain here
Your wife will

on the gun
We fry him slowly
Forty-four give you the four for four, I love wendys
We drive by, I mean, drive thru
What Luey say? Slide thru
Aye Steuwop, who

Drawing inspiration from ze no haired katze (katze)
(you really sought zat he would care?)

Chorus:
(Papa) Hitting up the six oh
(Papa) Six Zero Years Old

I've been up and grindin'
How many years have I been on writin'
Been about three but I'm still out rhymin'
Old bros wanna know wagwan
But I ain't got

So they left those woods alone
It became a no-go zone
Put up a big fence too for folk like me and you
To keep away from the Kakaju

Years went by

look back, keep on running"

Blood on your teeth tells me you fell off a trampoline
Blinded by the spell of Mr. Rage and his tambourine
And as you fell

There's a letter for the one that jumped highest
And one ran faster by far
One broke the 200 meters
And one broke her arm on the bar

The baseball team took

a year

  I build a dirt road at night
  There is no sense of emptiness anywhere
  So it does not matter if I breathe or not
  With 200 left car ticks

YEAH

Back then when I pass by
They say it is smiling 
Now I've gat things changed over like am Merlin 
Ever since a youngin
I wan ball like I'm

need no love
Drugs
Drugs, drugs, drugs
Aye
Gimme money and drugs baby I don't need no love
Cuz I'm 200 years old and I ain't never been loved
I can't

I ain't gonna lie
I thought by now
I'd be driving a truck with less than 200 thousand

cnd I'da saved up
c 10 % down
For a lot on the outskirts

[Intro - Classified - talking]
(I've been up all night)
Yeah (whoaaaa)
Mic check, one, two (whoaaaa)
(I've been up all night)
I go by the name

gohan
by himself
without dad
tryna fight cell
is it bm or ysl
is it bm or rockafella
i can spin him of the beat wid my accapella
sip a cold copella wid

cs long as kudzu's green
cnd Texas has cbilene
cnd bees got sting that's how long I'm gonna love you
cs long as preachers say amen
cnd brand new

nice
I know little white kids and man
In prison who are blasting it
It's nuttin', all the Manny bees are buzzing
Big up Rags, that's big bro'
Hella Manny