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how they run the nation)

how you a child of god when you are one
they downplay ya soul like you have none
now you got a gun, on the run
mane that shit

so fast..
Where are the real ones at where the fakes at?
I been played by so many snakes in the grass..
  
Tryna do this right..
Time I do something

My pockets are fatter I'll run with that
Sending money back I'm tryna buy some land
Out the country, we fly in with contraband
Pussy wet feel the juice

Trap out the Lincoln now we setting trends
I cut off some people I can't make amends
Suicide homicide forgive my sins
The devil works overtime got me

cousins' mistakes
And you prayed for him to Change so hard the walls won't shake
But I'm here to say some things are never goin' change
Pause
Not all faith

on my throat
My perfect suicide note
You are the bone on which I want to choke

Anytime of the day and anytime of the night
You could get at me and that'd

Ayo yo man, We bringing back the real knowledge
The real power in Hip-Hop
We are the streets, the movement
Hot street single smash

Homicide,

to a caged fight
Fight flight or freeze mode the whole city hates life
From age nine I lost friends to suicide
Such a small city too always had me wondering

on my throat
My perfect suicide note
You are the bone on which I want to choke
Anytime of the day and anytime of the night
You could get at me and that'd

Weak-minded
Being a failure yeah
I worked really hard
To be who I am now
Now many people by my side
Around
All these people now want to be with me

that y'all suck, I'm just a chauvinist
They think they're dope, I show 'em this
My needles are connected by a thread on a sewing kit
My songs have made

thrill
You can say that my trade is a dying skill
Been working late nights yeah at the mill
Some say
One day
We may
Be replaced by automated machinery
But

With my blank ideas, you keep changing every time
I happened to see you walk by, my drugs are just doing fine
Faded off all these lines
Smirnoff leaving

and brain
I'm a fucking superhero in the rap industry
Bruce banner strong and I can't be hurt by y'all mean
Peter Parker swing to the top like it reserved for

the best rappers
The this and that rappers, all I hear are trash rappers
Never the I put my heart and soul all into this craft rappers
Respect to all my bros

die
Said I was fine but my life is all a lie
No one I loved is still alive
Now I'm in my room thinking about suicide
Starting to feel more and more numb

folks are looking
Or the one he won't let them see
This land is full of secrets, this land has seen it all
The Apache and the antelope, Walmarts

I need one more hit
One more trip
Let me feel you in my veins
Give me one more sip
I can feel my lips turning night time into day

Yeah
The hands are

Hollow
Hey cutie, let me know how to be happy if I'm not by your side
It's like my feelings are fading away in the night
I keep seeing your shadow even

not even gonna lie, 
I'm not even gonna lie,
PTSD had me at suicide,
Lost the light inside,
Darkness in my eyes,
That's why I get high,
Puff away my

and free

Let‘s take a ride to the local sightseeing 
While the membranes (are) swinging alright
Never knew you before
So we‘re some kind of whore
But this

There's a place down by the pawnshop
With the pornos across the street
It's dark and dank and dreary
cnd it ain't no place to meet

But I'll see you

Poets and philosophers, rappers and comedians 
Put away the differences, I'll meet you in the median 
The media ain't free cause it can be bought by

suicide
Since the beginning, man just had sin in 'em
I've turned my career around by going and defending 'em
I have a strong power to turn Ls into wins, my