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soldier of my own revolution
This is not a movement , This is evolution
Middle fingers up to uncle sam and his pollution
Middle fingers up to modern rap

close my eyes am I alone?
At least now I know
Through it all
On my own
I've escaped my prison walls

me. 

With my arms wide open. 
Blinded by your glow that flows from within. 
I drown in your eyes - my own prison cell. 
Is it heaven? Is it hell? 

IТm

Henny i hustle for pennies
Know my own feared by many
I watched and took notes as
A child I strategized
Witnessin' crack dealings and drug
Killings have

comfortable in confiding

And I tried it, so I'll lean on the music
Every verse I write is like a glue stick, bonded by the acoustics
I been trapped in this box

Prison of thoughts

How can I silence the voices in my head
So many questions
So many worries
No time for answers
Tales and stories

Only in your

This Dying Soul

Dream Theater

Train of Thought

2003

could
Running all the while with no escape
Turning all that pain in to blame and hate

Living on your own by twenty one
Not a single care and having

visions
Repeating
Endlessly
Scratching at the walls again
My heart is heavy, it's burdened by my own sins
Final thoughts; how can a person be so cold
A life

on that)
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six, my nigga
(I stand on that)
I'll build my own empire to give to my kids, my nigga
(I stand

Ima wild young boy my path sorta rocky

Live by a creed occasional dirty deeds

To see if I could be who I wanna be

I gotta be im sittin on a winnin

I don't need a got damn soul 
I'll get it out the mud on my got damn own
Stick to the plan and reach the got damn goal, everyday new shit I'm in my

a job getting paid dollars by the week
I call my calls nigga I'm my own boss
Some niggas travel for the duffle
Make the wrong calls
And the take the long

Sentenced by celestial beings.
Put on trial for felonious deeds.
Against empyreonic creeds.
Deemed a plague, that their hatred seethes. 

Anguish In

Overcoming darkness and succeeded in my own rights
I got Christ
That's why I talk like
That's why I talk light
Never by my own sight
Walking in the favor of my

puttin' all this pressure
On back of me my friends wanna kill me for
Success that I acheived
So I'm all by myself around everybody
Till somebody from

that took his own life                   That fact I left my family with no word goodbye The fact I been chasing a feeling to get high
The fact I been

My Life

Geto Boys

My Homies, Pt. 2

2006

the nigga stuck down the raw
Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup
Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule

Choose to forget and don't forgive
Chose to regret and forgot to live
We're encircled by our own circling
Tangled by our own entanglement
We're circling

took me for everything that I had
And kicked me out on my own
Are you happy are you satisfied?
How long can you stand the heat
Out of the doorway

Road Block

Biz Markie

I Need a Haircut

1991

listerine
She looked crazy a-ight, and the whole nine
But this situation was one of a kind
Because I wanted her.. all to my own
So I called her on, my mickey

that took his own life                   That fact I left my family with no word goodbye The fact I been chasing a feeling to get high
The fact I been

My hands and feet they fail me
My broken heart is torn
I long to be made new
But can I face the storm

When will I realize
I am powerless
Prison with

set free
Where deeds don't suffice freedom is won
By the Spirit of Life, by the Work of the Son
You sing to my soul the song of Your peace
No prison can

Always reaping what I sew
Under heat like tanning booths
Pushing me to working more
Fighting demons of my own
Fight people trying test me
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