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been typing "lmao" with a straight face
Feel like I ain't moving i'm stuck in the same place
Niggas tryna son me like we ain't the same age
Ain't we just

wishing
Just for a minute to be right back home

Is there anything more lonesome
Then a sound of a down bound  train
Reminds me of a place thst I used

Remember when

I do recall so very well
When I was just a little boy
I used to hurry home from school
I used to always feel so blue
Because there was
No

prepared a place for you
I even went and set the tables
Past the plate on down
Pour one for my haters

You weren't there so how dare you have an opinion
You

And each reciprocal glance
Would be a present to me

Now there's a time and a place
I wish I couldn't recall
I remember it all
I remember it all

If I need

COME . . .

  OLIVIA
SO MANY DISAPPEAR . . .

  WILL
THEIR FOOTSTEPS
WILL ALWAYS . . .

  OLIVIA
BE RIGHT HERE

  WILL
HELLO NEW YORK
IT’S BEEN YOU
BY MY

IT’S TRUE.
YES, THERE’S PRODUCERS AND THERE’S DIVAS, 
BUT TODAY I’M A BELIEVE’A
THAT YOU GOTTA PLAY THE GAME.
TO WIN THE SMALLEST OUNCE OF FAME,
WELL,

a shit
You start to act hesitant
Thinking that there is a benefit
You start to sound repetitive
Being argumentative
Competitive
Against your heritage

fucked anybody i wanted to.
I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old
school bus. That was pretty
horrible. There were only three of them.
I

and broke our bread
And talked about our day when we were kids
Yeah, yeah

It was blessed by grandma's cooking
It was built by grandpa's hands
The place

is the city California is the shit 

Cuz when we bring it to the table there ain’t nothin that can save ya Negative Behavior have returned to come

I Have a Dream

Martin Luther King, Jr.

In Search of Freedom

1968

always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be

turn you to a singer
You think that you can leave but you are stuck here for eternity
The only way that you can leave is turn the walls to burgundy
My

a break but now 'm awake
I rake these rappers with a rake
And do the singers in a take
I'm bout to take your place then take your babe's
(Well that's

traits
Still I walk in place
No progress, always out of pocket faced with monsters and skeletons
In my closet
Self sabotage my space
Deny my pain
I am

But love for life will always be
All around for them, you and me

There's a land of lakes and sky and sea
It's a place unspoilt wild and free
It's

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there

nice?
Might not be quite yet healed or ready
Should I be goin' too steady?
But I just wanna know is love complеtely off the table?

Will you bе there

brought fear all to the table, yuh

I promise you that there's many levels to this game
Nothing much to say but a burden to attain
I'm prayin' for

The Real Sin Savior

Apologetix

Keep the Change

some of the scandals are caused by people posin' as evangelists
But if Jesus loved His enemies and Pharisees
Then there's no reason that you can't get

longer young
Before the music ends, before it fades away
There are several very necessary
Things I must do
Friends I must see again, certain places
Where I

games had washed out in the rain. 
I'd slipped out of my shift on some sort of screw up with the schedule. 
There's a couple newer places by the river but

Party Over Here

Lord Finesse

Return of the Funky Man

1991

a brother with fly taste
After this party there's another one at my place
Finesse is here, party people be aware
Throw your hands in the are because there's

walls that always holds me 
I can't be held down by a place that i used to know
And tonight is my time

There's coffee on the table as well as the rest