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Oh what a feelin
Head high
Natural fly
Labeled the villain
Skate by
Ask me why
Im on a million
Straight top billin
Third eye wide
Guess I saw

call it I wish it didn't have to go that way
But I live to see another day
Taking a risk putting this in my song
But they went too far so it's no getting

authenticity/
Of my/ rhymes/ comes from/ my/
Honesty/ and integrity/
Believe/ in me/
I'm showing/ these kids/ a way/
You don't/ need/ their/ monetary/
Backing/

Foot on the gas, shorty with a nice ass on her
Looking for attention she gone get it
Stay out the way if you talk it but don't live it
There's always

dead
A lot of my inner thoughts have been unsaid
But I live a way of life with no regrets
Hold up Lemme catch a breath
Hip hop taught me rhythm and flow

my time
City's a blaze
Cause of my rhyme
Tell me to stop
That'd be a crime
Need to ascend
Cant stop the climb
Squeezin' me dry
Live like a lime
Still

gonna go where I wanna go
cnd if I don't, I'm not gonna go
I'm in control, I live on my own
I'm gonna love you cause I wanna, loveeeEE.

Young Independant

and walk down that alley
Married to the game, I'm amazed by this album
Treat it like a maze yea I'm thankful for the outcome
Hoping for some praise, already

to make a living by living the way that I wanted to since I was a kid in the tenth grade?
Now I'm grown up, the rent's paid
And I don't have to worry if

be holding you down
But I guess I ain't the one
It can't be me, I got too much trauma that live on my soul
I know you hurting too
Can see when all them

It's too easy to write
simple rhymes without
sayin' nothin about
all that shit that has freaked me out
it's a roundabout
it's so hard to explain
what

you that hope, I'm talking something like a reverend
Cause I been on the grind since ya boy was like 7
Tryna get up out the P's, writtin rhymes since

lets be real, that’s not what we deserve
We all ate the bat soup, we all earned this hurt

The blame game is a lame way SJ-dubs evade responsibility

thing to stop him
I could never live my life worrying about what people think
Y'all just dead weight piling up
Watch how quickly Y'all could sink
Went

handle the heat
Jus Durant jumping
All the way to Phoenix
But I still fly fire
In skies higher
Shit
I lived thru The Sopranos
And a live Wire
Y'all ain't

A bit disturbed, but way I flip a verse
I quench your bitch's thirst
I'm quick to burn you pricks, like dick get germs
And ain't going to kick the curse

brothers ain't no way
That a square can break this circle they try angles we in shape
Nah we ain't in a gang but that beat bang that 808
Brought to you by H

I know where the fear might grow
Time still goes by but never so slow
If I live up to fourty four
I know I'll still tear the floor for sure
So that's

The spectre of youth
Your unholy ghost
Haunting and damning
Forever the host
I live in your shadow
Biding my time
By your hand you suffer
No reason

Pray for a day to make a way so I don't feel the same
Why do you coin all these cliches, man, it's just a game
Bought some new flowers in exchange,

the devil that I'm up against
But I can't let him get the upper hand
Things that I struggled with
Rain got me stumbling
Phased by my ways and the days I was

this time
Return to open love by way of rhyme
As I bask in the glow of a just lit fire
Feeling the warmth as the flame grows higher
I think it's true

though
All these corny rappers make me laugh and then cry
I'ma keep passing them by
If these are the days of our lives Then why would I spend one with you

a Ford Explorer, just remembered it's the 4th of July
Boerewors on the braai, this the wrong part of town to be driving by
Cracking-wise, that's suicide