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Poverty no dey die by Fire
No let pastors whyne you
Hustle if you really dey Aim Higher
Cos where you dey go
Really no close to where you dey come

Too much clutter in my life, let's make some room for success 
Yea Life will dog you out, but it be grooming you best 
I seen fakes do 360s, turn

hood rats ain't know no peace
The game has changed my game has changed and I am real with that
Figure my chances ain't nobody wanna do the maths
It's

my mind is a disaster
Punch a bastard leave without an ounce of regret 
Kill the pastor leave without an ounce of respect
Grab the nigga by the neck

DropDead
Yeah Hey
Yeah Hey

It’s the Skull Kid in your town
No I don't play no games or mess around
Malevolent king I’m coming for my crown
I’m

temptation
I can't succumb to that
Can't travel down that road
A tainted destination
Your desire is blinded by my creation
Feeling like I gotta right all my

Was caught in bondage
By sin that are common
Wanted to be free
But something wouldn't let me
Tried to get way from harm
My Spirit man's alarmed
Only

Better days on the calendar
Even when you Dodge the bullshit
They gone challenge Ya
I ain't in this game
For the throne
Like Jamie Lannister
But take

a bag though I'll see ya when I see ya
I spent the bag on my reefer I'm smoking gas and its diesel
I'm like the pastor I'm preaching I'm good at math

snitching and lying dog
They a menace to society like o dog
Point it at the pastor like why you reaching
Baby nine sparking for that's reason
Why you lying I

and the answer
Pointed out by different pastors
Shattered, glass broken
Many pieces looking like some glitter
Bitterness to the fullest
What I've dealt with made

(true)
When I'm doing bicep curls (ay, ay)
And I'll hit 35 maybe if I'm by some girls, but

But really that's it (and that's it)
I'm past the point of not

food for thought
Word to the starving, it's one love
No tears but gems up in your bucket
When I pass you by, no lie, I can't deny
The truth when it hits

your pastor afraid
To say we're entering the lowering your casket stage
Stage is set, make a threat, all we get is
Placards held by cowards who

lied to the pastor just to escape the cringe.
The congregation wept and praised the Lord.
While my friend crept to the back of the room and was ignored

no love for the other side niggas out in Rockford hiding
My mama said we need guidance
The pastor scream stop the violence
Every night it's shots

-body by the ball
Lift the glass for these I95
All-Stars been doing it since sax
In backyards, juking squad cars on boulevards
Stiff-arming security

of my skin, no; I'm also tired of the side that lies about the Being who lives within.
See, when they say “god”, they're talking about that lowercase

Not in Our Town

Fred Small

Only Love

2001

a man at my window, looking into my room."
"Son, there's nothing out there but the shadows branches make."
The little boy went back to sleep, his

by two
Your girl wan dey say I do to me
The Pastor don dey carry Bible you see
And everything you get come flash
Right in front of you yeah

Yes I’m ah

the pastor says grace
After we bring your last few boxes of things to my place
In the first 5 years let's have 2 kids
We gonna need space move to a new crib

girl you know my age
Even bola wey no fine sev don engage
lt will not work ah shey emi lon korin fun
Don't call me honey if we will not go for honey moon

rivals
The revolution is televised
Came up trynna make a way reaching for the stars
True to my religion the regime all about the squad
Sunday church

giving up the fight
They're living in the darkness
They don't even see the light

Yeah they're blinded
By the beast the storm is
Coming from the East they