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From trials of little school To getting thousands every week
And having pictures by the pool The heated floors are kinda cool

I wanna do it different

ready to shoot your shit,
Pussy ass nigga saying he know how to use a blick,
Poor young nigga got shot by a fucking bitch,
Pussy left his boy to rot in

Just like che Guevara
I am gonna fight to death
No matter what s the cost
No matter where I am
Malcom x and king
Destroyed by the machine
You asked

With a little bit of luck I will make it back alive
Full speed ahead living life on overdrive

Busy doing nothing and nothing keeps me busy
Pulled

of obstacles, but I never quit
You would think i'm on survivor
By the way I outwit
There was times I wanted to give up
This I admit
But I ain't quit, I just kept

all of my dreams, I'm tryna burn a stage
I'm tryna do right by my kids, make sure they eat enough
And if they scream, Daddy, I'm hungry, I ain't workin'

unless it's China
Then he turn pussy and grow a vagina like Zaya (ewww!)
Shit got me tired, I wouldn't trust him
Although I'm not surprised cause by this

Checking all the doors where my third eye closed, where my heart get colder
Wrist little, hustling for more bucks
Tell 'em we can make a million off

My heart beats like a native drum chant, Head banging like it's Contra, Better yet Metallica
Crying by the hour, If I'm ever feeling sour, Probably

With a little bit of luck I will make it back alive
Full speed ahead living life on overdrive
Busy doing nothing and nothing keeps me busy
Pulled

me
Making it spray like an Uzi
Oowee oowee oowee, uh
She give big head call her Stewie
Got a bag on me it's Louie
Surgery all on her boobies
Man I be

of where you are
Take a break from worrying about what you can't control
Live a little
Go!
A hundred on the dash, bitch I'm in my bag (woah)
Lights out, know

the freeway
By some strange repressed man who lives with the same shame
People can hate him, but he's losing the same game
Isn't it funny, a moment of trauma

Yo Harrison man, it's not looking Too good
Some people are taking your music A little too seriously
Shit bro, don't they know that you Were the one

Yeah

Just got a lot on my mind man

Love you

Yeah
How I save your ass and you claim I'm the villain?
Or I'm an asshole for expressing the ways that

I feel sorry for the false gods
Taking the little man to the thrift shop
It's the system of not getting by
And what's created is the wrong right

just mentally 

He cut my skin deep, and tore me up physically

I'd like to think that my father was raised by satan himself

It somewhat relieves me

you can't see
How hard it is to be a man in this society
cnd as we go thru these changing times
Dear mama i ask that you say a prayer for your kids /

the strength to love again cs time passes by our love grows What we overcome only He knows what I found in you is all I ever need in my man 
I know love can hurt

Down on the bayou
There lives an old man
Makes his living
By working with his hands
When the sun goes down
You can hear that funky sound
He starts

of getting embarrassed by mommy. The elders are reminiscing on better days, friends that died while pulling aside their great grands just to make em say high.

I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train was, it taught me how to cry
Hummin' of the driver was

to cook, to clean up, and even share
His bed
Can you please understand that I was
Petrified by this man?
I'm not trying to make excuses I just want
You

ringing the door
Ringing the door
He's selling subscriptions to Soldier of Misfortune

Shrink wrap sand trap hooker clap
See how I did that little white boy