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gobbled, some wild hens would fly by And try to get a piece of sweet Chewbacca's sweet ol' big ass And everytime these hens got close, the hunters would
say them Tree Top niggas gon' ride tonight They say them Grape Street niggas gon' ride tonight They say them Bounty Hunter niggas gon' ride tonight They
of straw and patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees them, shrieks
A six year old trauma A six year old caught up A bitch has been distorted by a six year old trauma And so these smiles are lying up a six year old
I've spent the last nine years living the same day And the past eight months wallowed up in self hate Living the same way, hoping things will change
Scott Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and then was shot Andrew Johnson nearly got impeached by just one vote Ulysses Grant is on the fifty dollar note
head space way clearer Staring at a pimp when I walk past mirrors Isaac Hayes when I walk on by I'm Super Fly When I'm stupid high Had to sober up
Up on the Hill There's an old cul-de-sac Where I finally learned how to pray Surrounded by all Of the brothers and sisters That I made while
alone upriver Through the woods he knew so well A sound nearby, an old man crying for help He was ambushed by thieves Ran to aid him You saved my
To touch the stuccoed stars From the deep of snow-enchanted woods He called them from afar Hunter's by the Deadman's Spit All struck dumb, the forest
stupid paid I'm tryna get stupid rich, tryna do stupid shit Try and ball, bitch, forever, whenever, however Old pride country nigga, campaign
and the stain still remain On the chest where the four made a mess, yes I'm still here in the flesh, twenty-one-year-old legend I'm a live way after my death
and the stain still remain On the chest where the four made a mess, yes I'm still here in the flesh, twenty-one-year-old legend I'm a live way after my death
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room I woke up early at six Hopped in my old Ford, escape And left that campus destroyed By 46 and 3rd Street
to have a little poise You should be worryin' about ya wife 'Cause she look like a 12-year-old little boy Before y'all started smokin' crack Ya life was
armed time Sick, sick, sick eyes from the nose pressure Police snip, zip ties on the protesters Six wives in the fry of a molester Met him at a caviar
Never lose hope Way back I and Yahaya used to pick scraps from Six to Six... I was 11 years old hustling for better days... Hard times made my mum cried
Quick mud with some Marlboro lights Waitin' on a old timer by the name of Joe For a few bucks and some old crow He'd tow, hell on the gears but good
me why I rock so well I'm Big Bank, I got clientele And from the time I was only six years old I never forgot what I was told It was the best
the holes that you burned in me At six years old and you know He never walks away He never asks for money He takes care of me He loves me Piece by
spit of scorn Invisible king, dying Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow A burden so great Weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs The swift
In the year Seventeen Thirty Nine We ventured out on the Christmastime With our lips afresh from the old mulled wine The snow was on the ground
and the pain and The stain still remain On the chest where the four made a mess, yes I'm still here in the Flesh, 21-year-old legend I'ma live way after my death
the last six years I've lived through terror And in the darkened streets the pain Oh, how I long to find some solace In my mind I curse the strain So
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