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Representing C O yeah the whole box
Life is like a fuck you take the whole box
Life outlined in choc-a-let'em all watch
Bodies in the street getting caught now

I just hit ya phone
I know you prolly sleep
The text was only one word
You think my pride is weak
I just left the lab
It's around like three
But if

from his chariot of gold
Don't be fooled by the words or the hallowed appearance
Few see through the vile masquerade Lie upholds

Lie is Truth, my

don't pose a threat
I pray for my foes, too blessed to oppose
In glory we clothed, this name we uphold
Breaking a mold from streets full of gold
Just reap

own well
My mind made it to a place of perfect peace
My pure heart looked at God and saw me
Still filthy in the flood of my own eyes
Made holy by

Perfect Sense, Pts. 1 and 2

Roger Waters

Flickering Flame: The Solo Years, Vol. 1

2002

on soldier

When you add it all up
The tears and the marrowbone
There's an ounce of gold
And an ounce of pride in each ledger
And the Germans kill

Water When the Well Is Dry

Buddy Miller

Midnight and Lonesome

2002

Down on the corner of the dead end street
Too many tears and not a drop of relief
It'll shake up your soul it'll tear down your pride
Honey keep

Feelings low, being followed by crows
Call list overflowed with hotlines
Drug help, mental, $uicide
Feel tired, feel dried, and you wanna die
Pride fried,

Speak No Evil

Everlast

Forever Everlasting

1990

on the streets with gold chains 

Some smoke crack, cocaine, and Jumbo fried 

When they talk mumbo 

How can this be society 

I front the place where

she gone
I called Jesus but was speaking at the tone
And 14th street i used to roam
My Aunt Fran gave us freedom like we grown
Don't know why i took

again 
Nobody back slapping the boy
They thought he made it by accident 
Here I go speaking in third person again 
One tweet made niggas rap again
Made

on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger 
The 44

moves ahead
Sometimes I'm ahead of myself
I'm not God by then just
Tryin' to better myself
Cuz I done seen niggas turn
Paper planes into 'jects
Cuz this

to know I want to know right now
The that I'm the one blessed with life and with love
One so I'm riding on

Back on the street I am living but I feel

No stars up above me
The city killed them slowly
And the moon is a birth right
Killed by the king’s pride

You know, it’s hard living alone
How I

like me cuz I be wild always stayed in detention
So i just pull up my socks
Then i run up the street
I sold a couple of rocks
To buy a house by the beach

wit real niccas
They on love wit the g0! Team
Fk the coke bitch I go green
Movin units by the hunnids
From first street to two hunnids
They say I’m

Get when Im older
Royal gold across my chest and keep a chip on my shoulder
I’m over powered by the thoughts of the type of leader I’m meant to be

takin’ off her clothes
Caught me by surprise then passed her to the bros
Time to say goodbye, I guess I move too slow
Cookin up the sticks, whippin up

Gone work more than you do
So Imma worry 'bout ya later
I'm a sophisticated single lady 
No dating cause everybody look like gold diggers 
I'm holding

of the ranges
To as far as the eye can see
But by far only God can see
The location that I will be
At the end of this oddessey
Living in luxury, not living in

drops the tears fall
Now I'm surrounded by all this thunder I feel like Chris Paul
Rapper from Alabama who views himself as a lyricist
Niggas saying this

and a couple of g's
Dutchie pulls up wit a couple of c's
'ready runnin the block but its hot in the streets
Accordin to him
I dont pretend this is more than

said the ones you cherish don’t burn the bridge
Need a li'l cream needa li'l sugar
Surviving elm street waking up to morning blues
Fading from a dream