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the homie Floyd, I feel they hunting for niggas
They don't love me, mama, everyday we under attack
Knowing I try to turn away, I might get shot in the back,

One, two, mic checking
Three, four, I stay repping
I'm a veteran, I turn the mic into a weapon
One, two, mic checking
Three, four, I stay repping
I'm

Turn it pink
On my killa season
With the sidekicks that crack music
Im not talking bout the white powder
My shawty practice that buddha she never speaks

can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep

I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it

want these shackles free
I hope they learning
Can’t you see
It’s time for a change
Turn on TV
The world so full of pain
Anxiety
Society
Can’t you see
I

rounds at my bedside
Don't let the lead fly while you're turning up
Now you turn up as the dead guy
Bagging half dykes to get by, I'm getting head, I hold

If you count the fears behind you
No-one's made deep from within
Don't fall too deep
A second cat has creeped up behind you
It turns my "can't" into

la)
(La la la la la la)
(La la la)
(La la la)
(La la la)
(La la la la la la la)

Sometimes love
Turns me all around
And I can’t see straight
(Blinded by

I can't see straight, but I'm still not swervin
I'm servin these muthafuckas like a dish, ugh
I'm a star, when you see me, make a wish
White dude had

the bread with my brothers
But can't forget my mother
She told me live and die by everything you try
(and lord knows that these streets try to burn us alive)

TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE
(Peter Sando)
I just can’t wait for this
I just can’t wait for that
I keep on checkin’ that old clock on the wall
a watched pot

been dreaming bout some Ms I been chasing the Ts

When the beam turn on it go down 
Give a fuck where you from still pull up to yo town 
I thought yo ass

ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise, expert at telling

the same
Complex and plain, it's all the same
Healthy and insane, it's all the same
Joy and pain, it's all the same

Some people swear by their psychic

fulla bags cant leave til its vacant
Water on me aint worried about a jason

She think im cheatin but im wit that bitch name mary jane
White girl some

I fear the times gone
It's a different day
I hear the music passin' by 
Watch it drifting away
I fear the times gone
It's a different day 
I hear

I've been drinkin' 
I've been smokin'
All this time I feel like I've been chokin'
Cause of the fact that you're running away from me
And I can't make

fuck the fame
Thats your problem
You ain't changed
Got a white tee yea its plain
Fuck my girl on private planes
Got a chokehold on the game
Too geeked up

(Theme from) East Plains: Get Out! 

Words & Music © December 31, 2015 by R. Fairwood



Clarky Eff and Rusty knew they both was trapped: 

Clarky

they gon' blame us?
You can't fight fire with fire
I know, but at least we can turn up the flames some
Every colored person ain't dumb and all whites

Embody a god that hates man
Followers tossing a paint can
They follow us talking of great lands with plain sands
Where the white man was a slave then
Same

White Days

The Juliana Theory

Love

2002

to arrive there

Look ahead at the road
You can't see a thing
But maybe we'll make it before it's too late

There is no time to waste---

Verse 2:

Turn, turn

and pray you won't be prey today
Or caught up with by the karma that won't fade away
I've got mine in the bank, so I can try to save up enough
To buy a chain

with money and power
Climbing ranks by the hour it turns out i was the shark but you can’t 

Go back to the parties where the dreams that you shot with