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sat by your dad
And he asked me what I liked about you most and I said
"I think my favorite thing about her is the way she gives head"
Woops, you can

alone I fear

Come and see my mental home movies
I never am the star - the villain though by far
A good day can slowly waste away
And all that it takes

Forbidden by the violence of both our cigarettes
Or a knife that cuts through these prison bars of our own silence

It’s been over two years since I shut my

the wheel and through the heat between my seat
Check my rearview and sprayed some Creed on to my tee
20 minutes later I was pulling on her street
She was

and through the heat between my seat
Check my rearview and sprayed some Creed on to my tee
20 minutes later I was pulling on her street
She was standing

demons, wanna pound my head up on the fucking cement,
But instead I repent, 
You getting tired being surrounded by yes men?
I’m tired of all

demons, wanna pound my head up on the f@!#&^ cement,
But instead I repent, 
You getting tired being surrounded by yes men?
I’m tired of all the nonsense,

You cut like an incision
I don't mind being trapped by
You in this fuckin' prison
C'mon
If you die, then I'll die too
Take my life with your life too
I

rolling
Lemme see you get that clockwork going
Fiends copping by the clockwork flowing
All day and all night
Till them SWAT cops rolling
Or that clock,

before the storm followed by a little drizzle
Now I'm standing in the rain I just let the words trickle
Of course my shit's official
Laid out like old

What do you want me to do?
You tell me to graduate school
What if I told you
I'd rather do my own thing
Cause I've never really been a person to be

House on Fire

Assemblage 23

Failure

2001

of flame
I built a prison in my own subconscious
There's nothing else left
Nothing else left to blame
Nothing else left

Emerging from the wreckage

me the code
tell me the code you live by
oh yeah you better know
Jesus THE CODE we live by

MATIC
This my code
This might hit that wo
Make y'all

Fiyah Gun

Spragga Benz

Another Time

2015

sticking
Bandanas covered the stricken
Many of my niggas ain't niggas
The story was written by the corrupted who's only goal is to oppress
If I ain't

the price
I make my own money, so I spend it how I like
I'm just livin' life
And let my mama tell me, yeah, I ain't livin' right
Let my mama tell me, yeah

Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical

McQueen)
Know how to slime, I'ma stick by my creed
First song off a phone
Bnoutch did it on his own
Tackled off Hennessy, I'm in the zone
Mmm

I'm lit like

Living my truth, why would I lie
Family I never abandon
Let the good times roll by 

I'm really feeling alive
The spirit is really my guide
Live wit

And if you watching it, you still stuck in your prison
You don't know, I see no competition
I focus on my own, and don't care for your vision
I don't watch

contemplating, is this real or just a lie?
I always knew this day would come, I just never knew what time
Got me feeling lost and hopeless, she was always by my

Now mama was a Christian and Southern just like no other
Met a nigga out of prison
So then she pushed out my Brother
She got put in a position

Cradle to the Grave

2Pac

Thug Life, Vol. 1

1994

raised by the streets
And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama

is already me
But who are y'all tryna be
You can do you that's not for me I'm crowned
I'm all right with me
Look
Got my own plans
I make my own moves

the phrases that I live by
I reserve the right to be my own false prophet
Blinded by my third eye
Come on
 
Let your inner child x3
Stay forever wild
Let your