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There's an old teddy bear resting on my bed with a brass button for an eye
It dangles there by a worn out thread
Won't be long before he goes blind

Nothing has changed (La, la, la, la)
Even the bang remains the same
(In the pocket
Right smack dab in the socket)
We still needs to funk (In

you're talking 'bout
'Cause it's just a game
You can whisper, scream and shout
But the red is the same
The red is the same, just the same
Things don't

You're doing the very best that you can, yes?
So, stop being hard on yourself
You got to take things one day at a time, day by day, step by step
You

to go through the same things, mistakes and problems I create
So if you try to help
It's not gonna go anywhere
I have to do this by myself
Otherwise we'll

unearthed despite
Adversity, Emerged
She thought rebirth to lift
Her curse and live the life
That she deserves
A life devoid of things perverse
So she

of the things (aah)
I expected from you
I need you (aah)
I miss you (aah)
Most of all
I love you (aah)
That's all the things (aah)
I ever felt for you (aah)
Same

hold you to that
Please, ma, do the same
Cause childish chicks in my past, took me through Some things

I'm so serious, I'm through with games
Fuck

GIVE ME THE DONKEY BRASS
YES
LISTEN UP MY YOUTS

DAY AFTER DAY 
SAY TIME AFER TIME
WE ARE LED BY THE FEW 
WITH TROUBLED MINDS
WE SHARE THE SADNESS

pushing, I'm shoving
They showing no love - God
I need you right now

You got famous, fell off, came back up
Damn that's insane
The same as you must be to be

couldn't understand
I was hearing way too many things I couldn't comprehend
I know he not having for real, could tell by his face when I said band for band

Sippin' on some Minute Maid with my Minute Men
In a given moment we're reloaded by the ten
You know it
Fuck the grass we mowed it
Brought the brass

things about what you're doing? So much compliments?
The genius, the master
You mean now they're doin' it, now
It doesn't bother me because, you know
I

the same spot
I got things I could lose
Hit em with the Dick Gregory 
Boy what kinda fool
Using all arithmetic and melodies to
I coming through like

She

There's gotta be something else to live for
No doubt
Fuck shitty pop songs
The ones by children of rich parents
And the ones all written by the same dude

heart broke
Look how far I came, look how far I came
Got love for the game, so I spit this pain
Now my heart and brain on the same page
This is my book

walls with speakers
Not just try to sell you sneakers
You want bands who wanna sell you things
Or bands who wanna tell you things?
Before you don't say

gonna love yeah

They keep telling me I rap insane and to drop more tracks under my own name
It got out of hand with that metal band now I realize it's

Josh texted me at 9:45am, “Anchorage earthquake”
I figured everything was fine, and not to spoil the suspense but yes everything’s okay
Saw a band

wanna be your man
I wanna do everything
I'm gettin' about forty bands
Can buy you better things
Your sending' yo texts so bland
How bout help me sing
All

as His slaves and captives
In rebirth, we resurrect, in a glorious fashion

Praise through the struggle for God loves you
All of His children, possess

me to bleed, but I wrapped up the tourniquet
Mental secure, not endangered by burglars
She on her knees, I'm proceeding to load her up
Don't sell me

could make you change your game
What's your objective? it don't matter if it ain't the same
We're all affected by the changes in this world  humans claim

2 Moms

Masterminds

Stone Soup

[Verse 1: Kimani]
Dear Mom
First let me just apologize
For the foolish lies and all the times that you've cried
For the times that I said things I