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and they can't do nothing for the last time
You can't run, you just a body for the pile, body for the pile
Body for the pile, body for the pile
You just

the crooks my nigga we concrete
Niggas was standing in line to fuck on my bitch but baby I'm saucer
Ride it
Ride it
Ride it
Cut the check nigga pile a lot

the clothesline dripping on the concrete
Hands full of clothespins hanging dirty laundry
Pockets full of loose change quarters for the dry heat
Akron ohio is where

I poured the concrete, cut the 2x4's
Planted that oak tree and stained that front door
I hung your porch swing, painted that picket fence
Yeah, I

it's been a while

Traumatized a pile of life's crap
I strike back with no gats
A rose from concrete's crack
A musical profession, a life lesson

MY TOES IN THE SAND, JUST MY BOOTS, CONCRETE AND GREASE,  MAYBE SOMEDAY, WHEN THE KIDS ALL GO AWAY

CAUSE I GOT A JOB, I GOT A PILE OF BILLS. I WORKED

Table saws
And perfect flaws
A cold, hard concrete floor
A radio to drown out the days
You can't do it anymore
Contractors get callous 
In those

celebrating
Greedy, hungry for emptiness
Sickness from my dried pores
Indifference: my fear
Latest entries from the heart
Between cold of concrete walls
Only

how long shall the world proceed?
And how much concrete do we need?
This cannot be, is this a dream?
For how long shall I bleed?



Pile up the bricks!

and bones
Disconnect the knows
Separate my flesh
By a concrete mess

Knock down all the pillars
Let me fall
Collected in piles
On the floor

Bleeding

finna cruise the city
A pile of paper on my lap beside the Ruger semi
Shit you know how it go, the switch for safety off
Aint paranoid, just really cant

I wake up in a pile of trash
In discarded TV's and broken memories
Where am I
What am I here for

I see a girl lying on her body
Tears rolling down

for blow
(I'm blowin' her hunnids she blowin' me, know what I'm sayin?)
Concrete Boys front row, fuck it, front and center
Steppin' on whatever,

the style up and watch the money pile up
I get riled up, big old medallion
Swing swing and I'm styling
Fresh whip with no mileage
She love my steeze got me

My career is in shambles. My life is a mess. I'm about to graduate college with no job and a mountain pile of student debt. At least I had my

off
True di grind dem a grudge
Concrete we blossom from
Dung to di bees seh we buzz
Mi see di changes
From we link enuh kuzz
Intelligent Thug Sounds

world is full of deceit
Won't cross this wall of concrete

Chasing the untraceable
The pursuit is lost
Got nowhere to go
Rise and fall

Oh, do not condemn

Covid 19 since the year 19
Made 2020 wanna be a blip year
2021 it didn't help anyone
2022 that's it ,
I'm through I'm done
Stuck in concrete prison,

candidates
I like this track a lot, no style
Lying to me gonna get you in a pile
Yes it does, cause I'm versatile
Can do most genres I want to do
Hate you, no

A pile of shells and a pile of leaves
In my dreams, green man looks like me
And failure falls just like autumn trees
My concrete comfort mezzanine

Resist just getting caught at the bottom

I know I've just begun
I'll break free from this concrete
Hijack every minute I can
Time
Like diamonds

See Me Now

Charlie Wilson

My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

2010

walked in Nobu like it was Whole Foods
That nigga crazy, I told you"
Immature adult, insecure asshole
And if you fall on the concrete, that's your ass

hang up with my high gone (why)
Ball 'til I fall, and when I do, them hoes gon' pile on, uh
Assault rifle, now mouth off
Some niggas make it all

Scrapheap City

The Kinks

Preservation: Act 2

1974

no style 
Just miles and miles 
Of Scrapheap piles
There's no quality 
And there's no purity
They're digging up all of the flowers 
Because they