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approach to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.
Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close
We have time for racism
We have time for criticism
Held bondage by our ism's
When will there be a time to love?
We make time to debate religion
Will we survive it
Honestly man it's the sign of the times
And the times at hand
There's a lot of work to be done, oh gosh
In the Promised Land
god be for me
Who who who
If god be for me
Who who who
Who want it with them
Water walkers
Storms rise but we
Walk by faith
Who want it with them
Tongue
portrait
Stayed
Stagnant for years
Stuck in muck and the mire
I faced my inner demons
Consequences that dire
Used to get picked on and bullied
By this name
here!
I'm sure I shall
You will be the drawing master
To my sister and to me
Though she learns a little faster
A disaster I will be
We're the product
you do or don't do
You're so much older and wiser and I
I wait by the door like I'm just a kid
Use my best colors for your portrait
Lay the table
normal but I ain't got time for 100 lies
Real ones with 100 lives
And they all keep it 100 and
I could never be tripping for no reason like Carmen Electra
can't even make a sound
You can't tell that I'm even there
Chillin' on a beam of light
You bet I'll be chewin' the scene
Never got to see the time
You bet
Misery Within
Hell!
Welcome to your brand new home!
Extinction of the sacred blood
Tell me how you want to die!
It's just a matter of time!
Five
all night.
This has to be the only way to make this right.
Surely if I fell from these...
I've held these tears a hundred times.
The bottles are full
wants to portrait wants me by Hid Spirit to associate
(Dog the Nine) (Dog the Nine)
(I tell you how to get it)
Yeah, yeah
You got the right to remain
bestfriends tryna get a bag by the day
Brand new women Ima get em right away
I'm a boujee ass nigga I don't even tell em hey
She be acting fooley put the camera
Weighing me down
It's time to let go of things
What'll I do with the wedding dress
Wrapped up in tissue and boxed
The clock on the wall the portraits in
by nine for a very long time
*** droppin' dimes, *** is droppin' whole hundreds
So the hood's gettin' skinny and the one-times love it
If I don't go
children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream
from New York, New York
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk, you talk
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New
we love the cash
Harlem World niggas got G's in the stash
No questions asked, time will tell, Heaven or hell
You don't wanna be the nigga who be
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't
I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have
100 please don't lie to me
Just keep it 100 please don't lie to me
Just keep it 100 please don't lie to me
Aye
If I tell you all my dreams, is you got
from New York, New York
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk, you talk
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I'm from New
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
at 100 miles an hour.
I'm still loving you like it was the first time,
I'm still loving you like it was the first time
Whoa, whoa, and I will never leave
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