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Hi, I'm Chris
After 10 years working in corporate finance 
I quit my job
Sold everything I owned
And moved here
To live in the wilderness
Of Alberta,

outdoor
Had to switch it up on my come up and re route course
Italian fabrics the highest fashion it got me swaging
Karats diamonds dancing good at it

Hope I Don't Go Back

E-40

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits, Vol. 2 [Clean]

1998

the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars (bitch)
Dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors
Twenty inch gold super Bravos on my everybody ain't

the jungle the harvest is Plenty 
The laborers thinning the Famine of seed
I cry in the wilderness why cuz I'm His Filled with Spirit 
I'm out where

the wilderness

There is hope in the morning
When you wake up and you ‘re still breathing
There is hope in the afternoon
When you see the colorful sun after

Couldn't breathe outdoors in the summertime
The police force outside every night
We were told for protection

A child is born, a fabric torn
The camera's on,

stories lost in the sidewalk
In screams constructing the wilderness 
Piercing my faith in messiahs and ages 
Coming and going without an ear
As prayers

The path abruptly comes to an end.
We’re in the wilderness now, my friend.
Look up and try and figure out where we are. 
But I ain’t ever seen these

do it 
International 
And take it outdoors 
As we explore 
Wilderness-ness
Waterfalls 
Like animals, yes
Come and take a swim 
In the depths 
Of my

food for my mind
And wash away care
With the great outdoor wine

I’ll never be free as
The hawk on the wind
Or wise as old Leo
The wilderness king

I’ll

Fabric, colour, c piece of energy, armies of words fighting for me
Cold blue fingers point out the life to lead, I've got to look through a window to see

fuck who I'm pimping, exotic fabric my linen
When you really making it, you don't control how you spending
Whip several digits, haters say that it's

Suede

Meyhem Lauren

Dr. Lecter

2011

wordplay is custom made
Niggas know my steez
Catch me in Queens covered in suede (word up!)

The fine fabric delegates
And Peter Pan Posse
This

A simple layer of fabric, a couple poles and velcro strips 
Ten kids with nothing in common abandoned in the Maryland wilderness

I didn't know I was lost

covered caps and stems
Popcorn and m&ms
Trail mixed in the wilderness
Blue beads and a red vest
Patterned fabric and some cloth for the headset
I'm set

nothing more to say
He needn't lead us from the wilderness
He needn't draw us to the fold
He needn't walk upon the water
To make our spirits whole
He

is an asset, that can’t be cashed In, for a gram of plastic…passion’s been planted in the fabrics of the passive…follow me now massive… seatbelts

Wandered through the wilderness on faith
Burdened by the dying rule, and haunted by the wraith
The fabric of trust now bears a stain
Seems as if

the cosmic wilderness
To rip the fabric of the spheres
To twist and turn the blade in the wound of time
And drink deep from within!

As eternity writhes in

Lost in the wilderness 
Waiting for redemption 
And strength 
I look behind me 
To finally 
Measure the length 
Of the foot steps traveled 
And tally

to sip
A being appeared in a gaseous mist
My partner tried to grab his wrist but it seemed he was matterless
The fabrics of our density he didn't have

A burden carried from the past
The very fabric of the world we knew
All that we thought made sense to us
Has now unraveled and laid bare
How did we miss

the grid and far away from aligned in the wilderness nowhere.
I've torn apart the fabric glued in time.
Crossing off another year.
Coma, while I hide.

I never saw so drear, so rank, so arduous a wilderness! Its very memory gives a shape to fear.

Death could scarce be more bitter than that place! But