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crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
worth
Had to put in my own work
Straight to the blocks skipped homework
I made some careless decisions
I got some homies in prison (I do)
I got some
Hardy bop
I got so much Ed Hardy clothes
I could open my own Ed Hardy shop
But, you man are dry like
You ain't creamed before
I shop in a place you ain't
your ankles
Make it clap for me for this bank roll
I’ll gladly poke on that pink hole
Front to leaves I'm straight backwoods
Hit my weed and I own you
because we know there’s more than prisons and these bars
Behind enemy lines
With no militia hold in one Missile
And these two fucks keep my little boy
a part of my throne, it figures
But the more they compare me to the ones they could own
They know they never should have left me alone
I'm bigga
No
to find them
We had no DVD
No internet
No BBD
Not a thousand different channels on TV
No 5G panels
We made friends
And you are one of them
You are one
don't like give me thoughts of a fuckin prison break
I shine through your Precipitate
prolific pace,penetrate as im spitting great til my buzz proliferate
Ya dua de ya
Ehe
Tommy
I own the free parking, my property
All these hoes in my prison, my philosophy
22 real estate, my geometry
'Cause I run this
the pen away, I gave it all away
That writes the story, the words by which I live
Each of my days
I sentenced myself to life, in my own prison
What is
apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected I gripped the weapon
On my way to pick up Joyce, she be makin me moist
Givin me head while she hummin, she can play with her voice
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass
the hook Locked in mental prison
Caught ya by the hook Stop the Devil’s mission
They brainwash you to think the same robot condition
Caught ya by the hook
Strangled by my insecurities, that's a slow death
Zoned out in my head, it's just so chaotic
Boy, I got it's what I tell myself when I know I ain't got it
wanna tell the world
You're so fly
I wanna tell the world
Put your hands high
Cuz you know they own your sides
Gimme just a second
Let me wink at my
is for y'all
For all those times that I messed up or we messed up
Dear sister, got me twisted up in prison I miss ya
Cryin' lookin' at my niece's
even call me by my name
No, you don't have to call me Freddy Fender
You don't have to call me Charlie Pride
You don't have to call me Merle Haggard
love is breaking through
These prison walls that I have set my heart in
No distance between us
No hiding no hiding anymore
Let my own will be cast aside
I'm in my own prison, guess that will be my creed
Books on my shelf that I will never read
I had to cut her off, she don't fulfill my needs
Got too
me being rude
Rapid-fire zoom pans of my balls can be seen bulging in my overalls
Zamboni my semen off a Shrek DVD, spin my dick like the hammer
seventeen, in an all black suit
Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew
Giving half-heart apologies
For watching while they bottled me
Or running
visit Uh
Fucking creed bitch
I'm on my shit
Fake friends
Fake friends
I'm on my shit (uh)
Fake friends
Fake friends
I'm on my shit (uh)
Fucking creed
and son
But that's been nearly three years now
And it's over with and done
At first I'd stare out into space
While hate consumed my soul
Hate was the creed
better)
Cause My type expose all the frauds and pretenders
The ones who claim they be the realest
I might just invest in a prison
Make it a temple
And stack
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