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for being who they are
Banished by their kin for whom they'd laid with in bed
Or for leaving a life of labor for one of art instead
We drank and told

You see
Art truly reflects life
It's just crazy, but let me explain
Introverted tendencies held me back when I started college
You see, I tried

standing on his smarts
Who won't take his thoughts to market 'til he marks it on a chart
Darken the harbor as he floats back with the sharks
Barking

osier, and his face,
Rough-redden'd with a thousand winter gales,
Not only to the market-cross were known,
But in the leafy lanes behind the down,
Far

We come paired
Shared orgasms
Arrival and departure
I'm just happy I could doc on your harbor
Im a Knight but she remove the armor
This the art

Of melancholy and plots 
They're symbolic of problems i faced
There's not a moment to waste 
N-n-no time to barter my art with the market
I Target the snakes 

my people, never falter
Generate the crafts and show the art from my harbor
I see the water from the beach house, it’s a drip, it's a drip
I heat some

of my peers left that and I dedicated
My entire life to that one day when my mother told me to never harbor what I feel
Sunday was the day when my father

your heart 
Switching my lanes like I'm a kart
Black Market that was the start 
Yeah my shit you know it's art 
Yeah my flow gon' be in charts 
Throwing

Switching my lanes like I’m a kart
Black Market that was the start
Yeah my shit you know it’s art
Yeah my flow gon be in charts
Throwing shots easy like it’s

definitively chipped in
Any armor they harbor contains a number of chinks
Many art forms apart bores a star that gradually blinks

I depart for a part of me that

many enemies ? Man, I got it
I'm buying your ass like in market
You have no fans like chum bucket
I'm realy sick and I have no limit
But man, I have rap

Patrice Lumumba's, Mandela's, and the Marcus Garvey's
Assassinated, propaganda, Muamar Gaddafi
Black magic, black friday and black market
Black boys we

Fridays 
I’ll be gone until November

Lose sleep before you lose sight
You need a piece of the pie, go for two slice
What’s the code
Sean Connery James Bond

markets everywhere
Black Friday at it's best, I can show you it's not a test

Once I hop up on the stage, I'ma sign you like a tat
My bars I'm spitting, my

Family Affair

Bliss N Eso

Running on Air

2010

With my folk on a Fridays,
Soak in the light rays,
Carolina, blue sky,
Coast on the highway.
On track, fired up and steam-powered,
Never listen

on your shoulders
Then it's clear that I'm next
But I just wanna make my art
And let the pain bleed
It's dark and hell is hot and there's a faint
Breeze