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can’t change
I’m examining all of the lanes
Patient like drying the paint
You choose your vibe
Just to ignite your life
Not a day will go by
I’ll struggle

I'm running away

You're love surrounds me everyday
Leaving me no choice but to stand and say
My God you are my God
Your arms embrace me day by day

that
But we keep moving forward cos we must

I'm one of the lucky folks
Who gets to risk my life by going to work and that's ok
Cos at least we get a pay

though its actually cheaper to keep her
Just as quick as the season switch
I went from squeezing the beeper to squeezing clips
We ill rash
My legion is

That's the way to get
Fatally shot
Dropped on the spot
With your cranium cracked
My Art of War guaranteed 
To keep the stadium packed
A gladiator in black

Back to that dismal day
When I walked away
From everythin' we made
And that works for me
S'long as you're holding your head up high

Bad breath

for the fuck of it
I don’t trust nobody I ain’t with none of it
Go by all codes
And not just some it
I know that I’m on to some shit
I’m feeling closer

worth
Cause I was blessed to paint with pens since before my birth
I'm a poetic motherfucker with a edge
While you flexing and holding bands to ur head

Well they say if you love something, set it free
But that saying never meant that much to me
Cause I'm holding on with everything I've got
And I'll keep

I have master plans, I bet the masses won't understand
It Takes two to tango, that's why troubles holding my hands
Undisputed and ruthless,

by some pretty women
The booty tempting' But you know I Gotta say no
All they want is Payroll

Coming's up Celebratin' with my Team keep a doobie lit

me to slit my wrists
But I'll laugh at it 'cause time don't exist
It's just cellular senescence and young drug dependence
That's the reason for the day

and brother
Helping you unpack and getting your stuff in
'Til rite now we in love, not just kissing and hugging
Keep that love life a secret, hidden from public

a dub if you ain't moving right
Fuck that
I'll call my girl and might make it a movie night
No funny shit, whats the word tho
I'm tryna be in the spot

James Baldwin '55
Notes of a Native Son to the Father, circa '55
I'll never fold holding onto the handles of the Honorable
Minister, the Father is

holding clean linen febreeze spray
Only difference by the end only smell you gonna sniff is decay
Cause I'm gon put your body in a coffin
Yeah I'm getting

Cause I was blessed to paint with pens since before my birth
I'm a poetic motherfucker with a edge
While you flexing and holding bands to ur head
I’ll

man it’s gettin’ scary now
Poppin’ off on the internet bitch I’m airin’ out
Rappers be very loud peepin’ my form
Oh you be bitin’ I’ll see you in court

Fuck December
Nothing feels the same
Or way I remember 
My day by day's the blame and
I'll keep holding my breath
Til I lose this pain in my chest

head up
Even when I was down, even when I was fed up
Feeling down like my creativity is at its end
But she never left me holding on by a thread
Alison

like Bashes
See the fake, plastic
Eliminate, nagging
Been a fool several times 
Holding shit that was never mine
Never mind, all of that
Past is passed

Coming home to a 10 girl how you feeling 
Man that's all I ever wanted 
Was a brown haired shawty 
Trynna keep me in check 
From all the shit that I do 
I

I am so out
Of your reach
I'll write a tape
In a week
Really y'alls shit
Is so weak
They only listen for beats
Tired of holding the door
For niggas

Twenty-Twelve
I keep reaching out for anything to hold me steady but there's nothing worth holding onto really

Yeah, I'm slightly bummed but I'll be fine