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to see 
What they want you to be 
They don't see what we see 

Only come as big as you are 
You're only coming in hard 
With no rope in the yard 
Still you

And invest in a trade or three yards of rope

They're sending me back to West Virginia
They're sending me back to West Virginia
Where I was born

The slum

And after the morning call to prayer, we kissed the rope of execution in the prison yard

We are tired of waiting so long for it to be fixed, it is time

laced to rope ya
Grave yard conversations with fiends and smokers
cin't no easy street these boulevards is paved with boulders 
What if I told ya gravel

right now

I wanna let the rope swang (rope swang)
Pull up to your yard like I'm the postman
Never been the boy, I was a grown man (grown man)
All I

Nowhere to be, and no sense of time
The old man wanders through his mind
He remembers being tied in the yard
The rope around his chest while they

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cfter her great escape
Tied the rope back in the yard again
In the hope she'd come on home
Come on waltzing through the gate

But she never came by
I

believe
We ain't sold out all our dreams
Yeah I feel real strongly about that

I was pushin' pennies long
cfter her great escape
Tied the rope back in

Flying high like a trapeze artist
A delicate balancing act hanging in the air
Dancing clown under moonlit highway
Staring out with my
THOUSAND YARD STARE

to my god, atone for my sins
Walk out to the yard, test the rope
When the dawn breaks, I start to work
Cause I'm the hangman, yeah, hangman
I'm

link around their wrists
and you're losing a losing race

alabama
they pulled the rope-swing from your yard
alabama
she takes losing so hard
alabama

me that
I love you i owe you that
Wish i was rich
Fuccin' losing my hope
Feel like im 10 people
Lost my friend to a rope
Suicide in his back yard
I

You've got to seavey up a stang beneath that cinnamon tree
Give me half a breeze just across the sun
Gotta fetch me up a telescope
Fifteen yards

like a motherfucking coach there
Now he gone but his ghost there
Used to drink used to smoke there
Used to hang like a rope there
Ninth grade in the yard

you like to skip rope and play hearts
Singin’ hallelujah in school yards
You just met your equal, queen of hearts
I’ll outdo ya

I heard you like

what we must just to make our money
And the urgency for the currency
Is concurrently reminding me to please hurry
So the tarps go up and the ropes get

yard goal
Scotland Yard on my phone
Twelve and T they too turnt
I'm ask my haters
How much do they earn?
I'm trying to find the rope (rope)
At the end

to dance
The party must to end up inna mi yard

Omo ti no no ku no
She wan sha Laye
E malo rope mo go
E malo far away

Omo ti no no ku no
She wan sha Laye
E

a rope to show where you live

Tennis rope
Yeah, nigga, tennis rope
That young nigga gave me all that fuckin' info for a tennis rope
Ha, nigga where

I got a team of shooters, we all stay on guard
We make so many plays, we always go one hundred yards
I got a sack, no quarterback, it's only filled

they dashed
The stick will leave you brainless it’s stainless ima pull it and bang
Ima pull it shush, what you know about chilling outside mans yard jump

I'm at the end of the end of the rope
It's the same drug but it's not the same feeling
It's the same dealing but it's not the same wheeling
It's

a rope swing
Hanging from the branch off the front yard tree
Watching sticks they fall in the grass green
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be
Anyone
I'll