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at seeing something more than day to day
survival, chased by final death
if I believed this the sum
of the life to which we've come,
I wouldn't waste my
to Carry, so my only choice is the Penitentiary or the cemetery. Listen bro, Sorry but Government that's a no no what you gon do when we start coming knocking
please
Fuck yo stolen 40 acres
And fuck yo lil mule
We can build our own communities
And build our own schools
Build our own hospitals
And cure our own
of Saturn on my knuckles, like trucks do
Life 40 acres and a mule I'm down to buck soon, my tool iller starts
Could make the world around my lost souls keep
It's a hallucination brought about by various causes
The way we are brought up being the chief of them of course
I remember, as a child, and you probably
but I don't know which way to go
Feeling low, way too many times your heart
Been broke Hard to trust, feeling numb feel like my
Heart been froze
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
His young
Beat us 'til we dumb for fun, why run
When the outcome don’t do me
Justice in the long run
So I say, "Fuck this whole world, bitch
"
is Hot he gon bubble Up
His mans run then we gonna Double up
Hit his back or his top
Dont Know which One to plot on my Dead doe
We really gon Fuck him
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
Then the clouds broke apart
Then the sun reappeared
No, it didn't, but it felt like it did in my heart
I wanted to live again
Oh, by the way we lost
Author of confusion you play inside my mind and I want to run
But where can I hide?
Author of confusion your aim is to confound 'til I do not know
other's yeah
Oh do it already so we can do it again
Everyone is searching find a way home, hey
Enclosed in the dungeon of darkness where Rastafari is
at police
Some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me
I'm a walking obituary, death live in me
I take life through the pen, by the way I'mma see
me and Kim ain't back fully
But we do still make booty calls occasionally
But be damned if I end up back in that pattern
And we end up back at that
decent
Which ever you get
Depends on which one is most recent
You said you'd put a quarter in the
Jukebox and play a song for me
But we're here now
almost decent
Which ever you get
Depends on which one is most recent
You said you'd put a quarter in the
Jukebox and play a song for me
But we're here now
witnesses seen from carry too
So follow the fever pitch, which, way
Is which
Before you figured it out I done switch
Ain't that a bitch? The way it bumps
Ugh
Why
Stay
You should come and love me
You should come and love me
Why do you
Even want to stay
You don't even hear
What i even say
To you
You just run
The day was Jan 6th
The year was 20-21
Who would of thought
We see the day the White House
Would be over run
By protesters but guess what
Wasn't
save you, all you need to do is just press rewind
And if by the end you stayed, then know we gone say it's a
LIMBO STATE OF MIND
on
Earth while we’re here what can
We do for humanity? And, you know, in a way
The fashion is what defines the time
People could think in some
Way they’re
of style
Do what you do
Alexander?
Aaron Burr, sir
Well, it's the middle of the night
Can we confer, sir?
Is this a legal matter?
Yes, and it's
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