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For you to come back
Everything that Denzel spit's, nigga
Is all facts
I be stickin' to the paper like a thumbtack
Uh, I'm a paid motherfucker, gun

Days ache and nights are long[00:01.85]Two years and still you're not gone[00:04.82]Guess I'm still holding on[00:07.21]Drag my name through

by[01:38.60]Faith in me was plain to see I had that look up in my eye[01:41.49]Cold as snow I wrote the flow you know I[01:43.23]Played hooky on a snow

21 years 21 years 
I was all alone for almost 21 years 
And when you were born and Mama brought you home 
I wasn’t living at the house I was on my

Thugs from Tivoli, Denham and Israel, Lebanon
K long like guitar ina John Lennon hand
Gun mi nuh borrow mi wi lend a man
Killa no nuff boy heart
Likkle

pricy
Wintertime hella cold - hella icy
Ain't no mercy in this bitch we going shiesty
I handle my business on the road - I do it nicely (uh-uh)
Step by

Hey, action[00:21.93]All this shit go down right after dark[00:23.78]Passive, always been like that right from the start[00:26.49]Massive, pockets

Searching
Til it came to me
What did i find?
The lost files of the bohemian grove

21 must stay alive
Honoured by my Demise
Trying to stay alive
Reason I feel

and wait for you my love
By your side, oh my heart is burning for you
By your side, oh I'll wait and wait for you my love

Load the broken gun
Watch me come

love I fall down
Cupid got a nigga hellbound
Turn a nigga to a hellhound, you can hear the growl
I know
My heart got cold
I let it show
I let it show
In

The Proud

Talib Kweli

Quality

2002

is fixed
That's why we don't be fucking with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks

the good die young
If that's the case I guess I'll be dead by 21
Should I have some kids now
To carry on my legacy sorry lemme stop
My thought are getting

the truth 
But the proof explains it
I'm so used to that
Type of hatred
Get at me in any type
Of way they can
Luke 21:1-7 it is
Offended by the real
Still

leave heart beats, I do it by the book
Keep testin' me, shoot through the dark meat, just to see how I look
I'm definitely strapped more than car seats so

myself, I can't find myself tonight
So I'll keep waiting for you, by your side

By your side, oh my heart is burning for you

Load the broken gun
Watch me

Aint no love in this shit your heart as cold as mines
My pops laying in a grave they say I'm right behind him
I slang this bitch till I lay on side him

was young
Hard-living sarcastic sharp-tongued son
Of a gun and I am my father's son

By 1981, Dad's life had grown messy
Then a woman named Ramona came

wouldn't be here
If I believed them back then
My teachers tell me you a loser
Get out my class
You're gonna be dead by 21
Uh back on my real shit
Spitting

with glizzy with 21
Sky roasted my bad for boastin 

Swisha scholar she got a gift to gab she swallow 
Bust the gun my tip is hollow 
Point of my

you better reconsider
I'm only 21 and my balls is getting bigger
Get ready my n***a
I'm the one that's pulling triggers
Twitter fingers going to always

sadness, don't wanna pick up my phone
Post-Grad sadness, my heart has turned into stone
Class of '21, but I can't believe that it's real
Swimming in the lake

Vacations like Jason
You'll get cut in half and
Left with your heart racin'
By the TEC you'll get smashed
Together like a cleavage
And left a mystery like

Night You Murdered Love [The Whole Story; Version]

ABC

Alphabet City

1987

and April May
June July sees you go by
I see love walk away
Didn't use a blade
A bullet or a gun
You poisoned the moonlight
When you put out the sun

the room
The cold is getting in
I hope you'll close the shutter
Yeah

Anywhere my heart goes
Warn me
Help Me

Touched by the moon
I suffer
Weighed by broken