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right down to the road,
Burned in love 'till I've seen my heart explode.

You've been leading me beside strange waters,
Across the concrete fields
hun concentrate on my funds 
Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist 
Never get patted down when I step in the place 

Jiggied up, smoke the pot,
won't tell you how to live your life
I never saw the point in thinking twice 
I turn the wheel by day, by night 
Praise your flag
Here's
has gone to ground.
Holding wordless conversations,
You're slaughtered by the sound.

Like a river of forgotten dreams,
You lie strangled in the reeds.
As this dark sun prepares its wrath in a form of black plagues Manifest the steel flame from the manuscript of blame Conjuring of Golgotha to find
that I made love to
It was in a park
In the lower pleasure gardens in Bournemouth
In summer just after dark

My mind was reeling: Oh what a feeling.
She exits her gold chariot
One pump at a time
Cloaked in her matching pin-striped
Arsenal of next month's nows
She grazes through the dark
hand
He's the last grain of hope left unspoilt by our games--so tread
soft in his footsteps and whisper his name
A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all that
that autumn afternoon. 
And then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about it
I finally took your face in my hands & I kissed you for the first
on the concrete, bleed til the hand's numb
A way of life found, a rim stuck to a pole
An asphalt jungle, soul in the hole

Yo man, I got next!
Next? You ain't
ha
I was raised by one, it's in my blood son
Cut me deep, might penetrate the concrete
A A.K. with a drop clip where I sleep, nigga what

Put 'cha
to Halloween
It was dark as death on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punchings on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin' tricks on me
to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punchin' on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin' tricks on me
with the devil beneath a concrete sky.
Smile a black tooth grin and play again for the sake of life.
There's still life on the dark side when you can't
sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger
Cause he's the ghetto super- Fate is on his side
Moving like a shadow in the dark of night
Let me tell you brother man he's out of sight
Where does he
womb
by the spark of the twelve gauges
Sometimes it seems like I can't go on, I can't go on
But when I envision a black man with thorns in his hand
on this

I'm rollin' through the hood on Saturday night
Got a 40 in my left hand, dick in my right
Some Cronk in my left, pager in my hat
And a 9
me you love.
And I feel it in my soul,
It's like you're always with me on the road.
Phone in my hand while I listen to you moan,
And everybody in
Priest, I leave the blood filling in the 
Street 

I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville, the seven shields on windmills 
Across the killing fields,
hands on the steering wheel
And don't get smart
Answer all questions, and that's your first lesson
On stayin alive
In South Central, yeah, that's how
your hands on the steering wheel
and don't get smart
Answer all questions, and that's your first lesson
on stayin alive
In South Central, yeah,
me you love.
And I feel it in my soul,
It's like you're always with me on the road.
Phone in my hand while I listen to you moan,
And everybody in
whispered to me that its sweet 'cause its me you love
And I feel it in my soul
It’s like you’re always with me on the road
Phone in my hand while I listen
do
Is done in the dark

[Baby]
Got l'il whodie running water 
And we 'bout to cook these quarters
The twenty under the seat
For my son and my