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17 children. She died in 1915, giving childbirth. He remained a widow for a little over a year before marrying Viola Hawkins early in 1917. Together,
and isn't
This school of philosophy is rationalism
That's when philosophy became a shit storm
Scientists no longer thought philosophy
Was for 'em it didn't
through middle
School and college she was
Still living, pulling up courtney
Road feeling feel different
I was raised down the county
Off that John Henry,
Ayo I'm sat backstage, waiting to sound check
Wearing the crown vexed, DJ ain't around yet
My beats are old school, ya play 'em on a tape deck
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
to Edge Or I'm on a social wave
Mad Natz and I'm back with a vengeance Old school would've killed for a pendant
New school, I just need more teeth for this
degrading
He married and had children but money's what he love
He never had time for his kids in oddest ways he shoved 'em
He grew older in his fashion
with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
(Alright, well I'm twenty-six so I've lived here for twenty-six years)
(I married my high school sweetheart so we've been mar-)
(We've been
to school with,
Tellin me life wasn't shit to fool with.
These young niggas steady dyin' over dumb shit,
Fast money for your soul,
Now your done with.
You
to move around more frequently
They may also have trouble controlling their impulsive behaviors
One time for them prayin' on my downfall (Yeah)
Two
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny Hathaway singing on the ring tone.
Was a homie that I went to school with,
a friend of his?
Mouth him back to John and show this nigga, just who the winner is
The presence of a small town, I diminish and blemishes
I'm'a play yo'
a friend of his?
Mouth him back to John and show this nigga, just who the winner is
The presence of a small town, I diminish and blemishes
I'm'a play yo'
for a start
You be careful down there today, John
I'll see you tonight
Bore da Mrs. Evans
Oh, morning John love
Oh, I can't stop to talk
There's hell
to say
Claire will be missing from school today
John Preston was yearning for artistic success
He travelled the world but he failed to impress
Rejection,
But it's still coming across like the bridge and tunnel vision
I try to school these bucks, but they don't wanna listen
That's the reason the system
uncles
I did not intend to close my eyes but then I did
The night is falling on the moist palms of children too weak to bear it's weight
The stars
Meanwhile, in Canada
My great grandmother married a European white man
Just so her children wouldn't have to go to residential school
And endure
that's john on vacation
They goin penalize you for that truth that you spitting
The next time you pray, pray that there's some truth in em
Behind
up and hand-me-downs
Well my daddy hauled bills for the textile mills to
pick up the little money we
made
Had a three room shack with a john out
you touch the sky
The human devotion can testify
Holding on to all of these feelings
I just don't know what to believe in
Schools closed the prisms
for Shelly Chisom
In a poetical prison, I'm visiting self
For hours, coward niggas get shanked for kicking
Pussy raps, radio is like CO's they try
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