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this
without making them scared of all the men in the world?
How do I tell my father about the big brother
without awakening the god of war in him?
Tell
witness day by day.
If I see this day - it's mine to be my own -
Besides the seat in my eye for the apple that I know
(Fair winds blow)
And I could mean
the one that did do that
And with your assistance, we can continue to let the world take part in this fight
You know, to me, it kinda feels like, me, my
that
And with your assistance, we can continue to let the world take part in this fight
You know, to me, it kinda feels like, me, my mother, my
person, living or dead, or actual events, is purely Coincidental
This is a Shockocracy, this is satire, but Not Sees are real
It's not hard
To be a bard
to represent me (say what?)
President Barack Obama he represents me
Whose world is this?
(The world is yours, the world is yours)
It's mine, it's mine,
Heyo girl come fuck wit a nice guy
These boys despise when they look in my bright eyes
Call us the saviors or call it a franchise
It's not a guise I
threaten my energy
Instead of spreading love for one another we enemies
Now is better than ever we in need of some Synergy
Yo this the "Home of the Brave"
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
world outside this bubble)
(Way up high)
(I could fly)
(I went over the wall)
(Saw it all)
The word nigger is nothin' like nigga
Don't sound shit
this world by my doley to the grave
I’ve been moving at my own pace
Its my race
Been knocking speakers by my lonely in my space
Don’t give a fuck what
carry
I never leave her home
And every night I sleep with my wife
I never sleep alone (Slight pause)
I'm married to the ratchet I carry
I never leave her
to pull up in that Tesla, more moeny than professor/
$300 burgers on the plate, not to impress ya/
Nigga just wanna see the world and make my girl happy/
to fill this hole in my heart
And I got nowhere to go, when it all falls down
Got nowhere to run, when it all runs out
Drownin' my sorrows with bottles
Too
I'm with Posta, we like toastas
We make bread burn ya if you get any closa'
So once again this is my party
And if it turns into a jungle gym this is
said jesus was born december twenty fifth
Not only is your pastor a liar your momma your daddy stop lying
This is heathenism this is paganism this ain't
Still try
To take, to take, to take my life
And make, and make, and make by strife
Something in this world not fake
So we can all get past them pearly
to cease decay of our family trees
It starts with you, stop shifting blame, this ends with me
Got the world on my back
Not another minute
I can't do it by
Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home
Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad pen
Tryin' to pay my debt for all my sins, these is
and behind gas station
Cambridge Homes, 'partments where the girls get damaged young
From overexposure to the vultures
That prey on them like pastors is
like a stillborn
My mum's gift to this world, I came with a ribbon
But need to be reborn, baptism ain't done much
Ain't easy to be strong when you're
dope my mind is frozen
I'm in the grasp I can't go
Smoking dope my mind is froze
I was making money for satan
Pastor this ain't the right reason
I need
and they all paired like a landline they can't go nowhere nah
This isn't my territory This ain't where I tell my story
I'm not made for a regular world I'm
power across the world.
But I do not want to be feared, she would say. Only respected.
These are the words of the water.
JESS NOLcN:
Water is
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