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history,
Like how I got here, is a mystery.
Picturing his past, Pippin’s having flashbacks, 
To back when all he had was his black napsack,
He’s packed

history,
Like how I got here, is a mystery.
Picturing his past, Pippin’s having flashbacks, 
To back when all he had was his black napsack,
He’s packed

and shoot while you snoozed this is proof
Nigga I'm all for black
Since back when niggas lusted over Kyla Pratt
Before Google exposed this education we were

not the streets
Cause niggas foul, know what I mean
Niggas wild and so it seems
You'd rather die over pride
Then risk it all for wildest dreams
If

to show you love

My job is to, somehow, make them curious enough
Or persuade them, by hook or crooked
To get more aware of themselves and where they

Is this the cost of being lost and unable to stop?
I can't see past the frost
My name taken to the boss, signed on every single dot
I can't take it.

I'm a star
Performing's an art!"
At least two times a day
I come real close to losing my freedom
Taking risks on a daily basis
All I wanna do is make

guess that's the way it is
Sitting by the reef while y try to reminisce
There are some things that I think I'll always miss
Learnt to ignore what is

Dead and Gone

Justin Timberlake

Paper Trail [Circuit City Exclusive]

2008

way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone

(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn

says the devil
TikTok says its mental
Divided over rights
Unity is uneventful
I used to hear this saying
Thoughts could make you sick
Makes you think how

Episodes

Lootpack

Soundpieces: Da Antidote!

1999

Niggas on the run when Medaphoar is on the gun 
MC's out to get me from all of the battles I won 
Med, comin from the west, so represents where I'm from

Daddy

Wyclef Jean

Masquerade

2002

me to finish write this paragraph
I remember when we all shoved snow frost bites and all
Temperature forty below
You used to call me lazy cause I

three strikes
Living in jail this is hell enemies die
Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listening
Got my hands on my semi shotty
Everybody's snitching

start deck dumb fail|Touch on before with that frost-fingered fear|But this is just like the missing link|The more you think, the more you might

from it, I bell-rung him
Glu’, what you cook is not as dope
Email on my phone: seei
Just push the envelope
I risk it all - bitch, get off
Lose and I get

strains on God
My ride to clean
Bruce Wayne no tie
Oh why so mean
Hussein Bolt by
Gotta find a spot I can layover
So I told your thot I'm on the way over

understand 
All the fat kids except me  
I thought 'No' 
Maybe this time I should risk it all  
Like I'm a show-off dad by a waterfall 
Is it time to risk it

And we’re lost in the moment
Feel you pulling me closer
Guess this friendship is over

I should’ve felt this coming
Now you’re all over me
We’re getting

Blacks back and I'm really king/
Bout to be to NY what pacqauio is to Philippines/
Looking out the window like Malcolm by any means/
Can't trust

Dead and Gone

Justin Timberlake

Now, Vol. 72

2009

way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone

(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn

your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and it is still all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's over ho, it's overstood
I was overlooked, I

Got the belt of truth on hip, and this double edge sword is quick
The opps wanna take that risk like they won't get burned no candlestick
I'm saved by

rejected my calls
It is what it was I accept all my flaws
Living life by the grace of God gotta beat the odds, gotta beat the odds!
I'm alive but I ain't

go take a risk
Cuz niggas dying by they patnas
And niggas is getting flipped
All this gotta watch a nigga back shit Getting old
Bro started from