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Ain't got no fuckin time to playboy I'm not Hugh Hefner
So a nigga goin hard in the paint like a true center
Who better, you never
Movin on to new
In order for me to be happy
I need to let some of these so called conspiracies out in my poetry
Because there's some truth to these things, you may
go looking for no trouble
But somehow the trouble always finds me
Don't make me have you in the trauma center
With you momma crying 'cause her only
made for all men
God saved his world for all men
All people
All babies
All children
All colors
All races
This world's for you
And me
This
motherfucker
Bend over
What you talking 'bout, who you fucking kidding
I do this for a fucking living
Private life, public life
I can't tell the fucking
all of yall that's rolling up a blunt and packing beakers
This for everyone who chilling in that parking lot til three
This song is for the children
At the center of the forest glade above the fire I hover
The chant echoes around while the children of light form the circle
From the deepest gorge, the greatest
A blanket for my brain to feel safe with
I'm the kid in paintball who hides the whole time while he's playing
I was on A chair on the bench and didn't want
to me
This shit is nothing to me, but it is something to you
Who the fuck is calling me? Think it's your boo
Got a horsehoe on my True's, got it for all
another
In bed with a another lover
On that day he will punish Leviathan
The evil serpent who lives to rise within
Gods decisions to gather a nation for
the World Fair at Jaffer center
Pardon the way, that I be talkin' 'bout the places I be rockin'
I love to perform, for the people that be clockin'
Not
death of another
With love I can rest both mothers
And told 'em, who's in control is the one that's above us
I walk where money talks and love stutters
the World Fair at Jaffer center
Pardon the way, that I be talkin' 'bout the places I be rockin'
I love to perform, for the people that be clockin'
Not
oscar meyer with no bologna
Killer and I'm dealin' 'em, I'm wavy
Sinner in the center of a stadium, ya numb
And now I go gorilla for real, uh, fuck I'm
this life
Yeah yeah yeah
These the environments that we live in
It's not safe for the children it's not for the children
These the environments that we
skills adjourned, DA is on the chase
Your infractions a concern of action for this case
The evidence so evident yo who am I to judge
The hammers coming
furnace I ask you now to venture
Yes, you who are broken by power,
You who are absent all day,
You who are kings for the sake of your children's story,
the Ringling Brothers homie
Ladies and Gentlemen! Children of all ages!
Direct your attention please to the center stage it's
The greatest show on earth -
to the tower of San Mercuriale there is a small portico with a memorial captioned Caduti per la Libertà — fallen for liberty — acknowledging many who
perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere
From Bel-Air shopping center just for stoppin' in there
From the black side all the way
children. I mean, they were very focused, to either have a lawyer or a doctor, anybody but a musician. For the record, my parents did end up having a lawyer
this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so
children,
is from the Philippines, has just completed his training for the priesthood
in Spain and has received his first assignment: Bray, Ireland. Bray is
your family, fuck your tribe
Fuck your land, fuck your children, fuck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your
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