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to piss in my mattress
Yeah, man, but the fact is
Nothing that I'm saying making sense 'cause that's the fucking title of the mixtape, bitch

wondering what we can do instead
We try get by the lies and cries
But forced to stay inside and pry
Forced to take the pain and time
Wasted eyes on faceless

What is your purpose grasshopper
I just like to spin records, man
Okay, but why (Skrr)
When I'm spinning records, everything else just falls out
It's

to fruition
It's an amazing feeling
But niggas don't make it out where I'm from
Racist school indoctrination
Made us think we're dumb
Staying dangerous ain't

a skill needed time to get it right
I take pride in sharing pain got me venting on the mic
I was gifted from the start but I never had the hype
Motivated by

to never take drugs 
I started smoking cigarettes 
Half pack a day 
At 26 sadness was mild but I felt it creepin up
Year after year brought more nothing

Benjels, Bri and Sarge.
Young blood,
Hail from Central Mass,
Couldn’t keep the gifted kid in class.
Hit the state university to put in some work.
But now

Ride till the wheels off veer off road 
A troubled teen vamp life was the lost boys You talk loud but ain’t really making no noise 
Back in high school

Yea
You see in life
Everything happens for a reason
Nothing is by chance
Maybe just at first glance
But we live
And we learn
Then we gone
A slice

ain't teachin this in school yo
Cold wind blow through my souls window
We got Wade vs Roe
And the new Jim Crow
Constitutional code all the wrongs we've

karate kid how we did it
Gotta choppa wood but it really got a kick
Niggas is so foo why you moving like a bitch
How the world got me, got me movin like

a coward heartbeat

Unless he was dead in a ditch or on a dark street. Couldn't see nothing but the pain
All I know is gang. Blood on the money and it felt

Cause it all started when I was young 
And they noticed I was different
I didn’t smile,I was bad in school 
And at home my mamas tripping 
She’s been

worship what I don't have
When I feel her touch, I delight in goin mad
Though I spend time lying in effort to change my past
But what's the cost of holdin

you will serve it
But there is only one who calls to you by His mercy
You could call it old fashioned don't matter how you word it
Commissioned

I have seen god's wrath not with my own eyes
But in your scripture that's enough now right
I won't subscribe to the philosophy
Of taking blind-ass

Failures for Gods

Immolation

Failures for Gods

1999

Have faith in their words
From your weakness they are born
Messiahs to the masses
But failures for all

Send millions to worship
Send millions

maps
The spinless ones fall in their laps
The brave and the bold are the ones to be fooled
With a diet of lies by the Kipling school

Watch your

Consider yourself more than an Angel
Just to be here
Who are mere mortals?
Talk is so easy for everyone
I want to see go down and taste the blood

direction,  call me to perfection another dimension a high level,
He tells me listen son, your body's a mansion, but none is important 
Than gain your soul

Majority Rule

Sage Francis

Road Tested 2003-2005

2006

scientists will prove that we never even existed

[Verse One]
I got lectured once while eating breakfast for lunch
Said dad to me "Reality is nothing but

I dropped out of school
Like what the fuck I'ma do?
I was broke but I shook back, ayy
Picked up that mic and I ain't look back
Ayy i had a gun in my

investment, dem seh dem have gun down deh.
no sprinter but whole heap a blood a run down deh.
bakery, bakery, cant get a crumb down deh.
one million single mum

is, "Hykeem broke"
And head to the ground when I walk in school
Goin' through the motions, mad impulsive
Granny, I won't abide by the rules
I shall