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temptation

But our eyes stay distracted by our hope, but my sight is readjusting
I'm tired of locking the door and hitting my knees to the floor to pray for

offence but my mum begun to rage out
I tell myself I'm ment to be a fuck up
My days are getting darker being followed by this grey cloud
Them old trends

she always by my side
She driving but I'm rolling up
My daddy see me rolling up
But heon never hit the blunt
My moma said I know too much
Fuck, ion

Young Black America

The-Dream

Young Black America

2017

you can't even sleep yet
That's the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that
They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I'd be back
Broad day, threw

Rabbit's Revenge

Tom Morello

The Atlas Underground

2018

when the rabbit got the gun
This time around the revolution televised

Standing outside school, got the clapman
Twelve roll by, woop woop Pacman
Do

(Heatmakerz, crack music)
Oh, so that I may wor'
Worship you (oh, so beautiful)
I need you, too

They said get there by midnight, I'm way beyond

memory 
Sat by the Christmas tree in December 
 
Early morning and we took our pillowcases
Which were our stockings and we'd check each other's faces
Open

cute, so that's more plays
Got one night, and a whole day

Put the re up
Count my cheese up
Lighting tree up just like Christmas
I like faces, tens,

Yeah, aged twelve, first day at a new school
In a room full of pupils, pubescent
Being brutal it was casual dressed
Which made it even worse
Me in my

They Don't Make Years Like They Used To

Doug Stone

I Thought It Was You

1991

so far away
And being grown was a million years back then

That summer between junior-high and high school took three years
Twenty more went by till

a skateboard 
Wait till Christmas?
But school just started, I'm way bored and 
I'm going to need plenty of time to practice 
Hey Dad, got any work?
I got to have

If I could rewind time like a tape
Inside a boombox, one day for every pill or Percocet that I ate
Cut down on the Valium, I'da heard everything

Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident

Life is often spiritual
I know you feel

Free or Dead

Atmosphere

Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs

2000

personal universe
she's my drug and it only takes twelve bucks to fill 'er up
but in my galaxy there ain't no room for Earth
so I'm leavin it 'cause I can

thing as drugs cuz medicine tastes weird
Cool aid and cereal beat whiskey and beer
Back when Sunday school didn't seem so distant
Weren't troubled by

middle school I wasn't
With the cool kids
But everybody knew me
For my fucking music
In my mind I had a blueprint
A to-do list
Had to follow through

We were twelve years old
When we learned how the world is made
In high school halls you're no one at all till you fit in place 
Friendships were

Christmas time coming
You never know who kids ain’t got no food on they stomach
No shoes back to school, no gifts under the tree
The n****s that I know that

Saturday and
Twelve months is vacation
Peace love unity having fun
You can tell by now I'm not the average one

Get choked for the dough
Get stabbed for

lil stew how come I never hear from you
Trey day G baby and Dodie y'all too
Y'all went missin when I really needed you
Left me out here by myself I'm

don't smoke when there's kids around but I'm blowing gas in a school zone
Sprayin' ozium in the whip just in case twelve try to fuck with me
Day ones been

on the seat next to me
'fore I get on the beat I pop me about ecstasy
I love to ignore it when ex bitches start textin' me
I took twelve on a race and I hopped

on the whip, and catch a stick to make a flip
Bout to go and buy a boat to make sure I can get it shipped
I don't skip school for drugs bitch I skip school for

Can't be, Stuck on this, Infinite
Let me, Utilize, New tech, Goodies
Short cutting, This working, Mission
So by Christmas, I'll be finished, And winning