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I want to find me

'Cause You were there when my story began
And the pen's still there in Your hand
So keep calling my name
I'll keep trusting Your

white women with the same bob
We getting outcast by the same snob
We all getting lynched by the same mob

So tell me what a youngblood gon do
Eat you up

get by
She been in my head
But I can’t, explain why
OK like
Memories of us, going through my head
Like every night
Thinking what, we could been
If i did

mic is a bag of snacks bag of Lays dog gone it
Man I'm a tear em up word play wanted metaphors wanted
Metaphors flaunted by the awkward opponent Dox no

to your mouth
Cut off when I'm mount
Slide-off of a mountain
Landing on a forest
Asking for some tourist
Looking for a way back home, not knowing where you

(RJ on the beat) judging by my wrist (wrist)
I couldn't tell you the time
'Cause to a bitch I'm Ned Flanders, Psycho Bob in disguise
'Cause if you

We need that fire bro
We need that ride along
The side of an Ireland, body of water
Cigar in order
Like you just had daughter
My alma mater called

In all things get understanding
Or get it mistaken
What I no now first step quick blow By A basketball term for you getting Past your defender
I don't

you at
Bought back the block, they tried to close us, but we opened that
Steppin' over piss in the hallway, I had to go through that
Intelligent

Mufasa

One one three slip left, bob, and I'm rollin right
Knockin out these demons made their way inside my mind

I often
Fall down in the rain
But I get

the Lord

I face the world with fear in my heart
He gives me strength right from the start
I need you now like I needed you then
Lord, I'm so tired I don't

bizarre girl
I've been parked outside just smoking in my car
On the verge of texting you like come outside
No phone calls I want this shit eye to eye
I

or blue
Too young to vote
I did not have a clue 

Politics at recess
A friend told me man
You gotta vote for Bob Dole
He's our only chance 

But then my

do something about it
Teach em' real lessons and don't just allow it
Man I'm just glad I got beat by my dad
So that I could adapt and now look
People

man's heart to see you in so much pain
Your silent cries, yet so loud
I'm so lost I don't know what to do
To see you lying there,
I fall down to my knees

for you 
I fucking care

Red flags are so goddamn telling
I go to bed 
By yellin or cryin
Words and actions 
Between lines 
Lying
Got me
Falling apart

niggas to know that
It's only one Griselda
It's only one (It's only one)
Real shit, though
Yo, ah, yo

It ain't no debate if I'm real, you niggas

Here We Go

Grits

The Art of Translation

2002

won't believe
My story weave to a thicker plot
Words leep off pages hop on stages
We crazy need to be locked in cages
Raah you feel it
Yeah I'm light

stay dripping)
My ice go drip drip drip on a b*tch
(My wrist stay dripping)

My meds stay high like bob Marley 
I'm feeling it high grade in my head 
I

Let's Hang On  Written by Bob Crewe, Denny Randell and Sandy Linzer
There ain't no good in our goodbyein'True love takes a lot of tryin'Oh, I'm

cavity, blown
Cuz im stoned, bad to the bone
Why must you do this to i
Get by and never try to lie

I accept, and at times deny
Magnify, and take it away

behind, not on Schindler's List
Don't worry, I'm drunk, I'm allowed to entertain
Does anyone really know Obama's last name
Mr. Leahy, this for you, now

GOT THIS NEW SONG IT'S DOPE MAN)  COMPACT DISC TO THE PRIME IS OPTIMIST  FANS AND FRIENDS I'M UNIVERSALLY COSMIC  CONCRETE JUNGLES ABOUND  YOU STAND BY

pumping in my body, I use as a tool

Mama worked hard, ain't no way it's a nigga to lose
Why you think I'm working this hard, are you really confused