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don't win this race Lord, Lord life is hard for a poor man of my race.
So go get me my oak-handled twelve pound sledge and a shaker who knows how to sing.

a wise man like I’m getting coached by penny
And I do voices, Seth McFarlane, no teddy
Putting in the work man my eyelids heavy
Putting in the work man my

(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)

Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father

""Spawned by God almighty Sworn to the church - Embraced by rabid wings Gold digger of the cloth Powered by the poor and the weak  Godeater Eating

life fall apart from one poor decision
It's only when you're stressed you turn to religion, if you wanna conquer them then cause a division
Yeah I make

man's views you cherish
Did you know there's a war for your soul
Consider life after death as a whole
There's a lie the devil has been selling you
Blind

straight out and will be a goal kick. Intercepted nicely by Arnold, who passes to Kane, who brings the ball into the box, gets the cross in, surely a tap in

a thing
Yeah he gave you a watch but never give his time
Ima help you put that shit behind
I ain't after your pussy I wanma help you heal
I'll take you by

you stormed the grave you broke the cross
You tore the veil and healed my heart
I called your name in my misery; I hope for nothing but to see
The love

picking
All the love in the land
If you want me I am your man
Just be by side if you can
Someone to say the phone rang
If it's R.E.D. tell him
Not to call

you are probably thinkin
That it's about time
The reggae scene and rap music
Must cross the line and party (together)
You might think I'm not for yard

hard with my art like Ima artist 
I be painting pictures like my name Van Gogh 
Never been poor, never gon' be poor
Ima lion hearted nigga, you gon' hear

the prod
Fuck time, like Christopher Walken
Walking crooked on the line, while the nypd be snortin
Contorting around the beat
Abortion clinics protect

eye[00:18.09]It's easier to cross a stormy ocean[00:23.33]Than to make a man admit, he wants to cry[00:30.05]Tough guys find it tough to say what they

the poor man's crimes and the mad man's raves
About the killer and the priest and the harlot and the slave
Well the stars are gone out and land's run dry

town
Had a dude named Taylor up in NYC
And the poor fool couldn't break the habit
It's the same old shit, man the same old junk
That fuck around

Hank and Tammy, man and wife, sixty nine years old
Living hand to mouth a Winnebago for their home
Too poor to retire and too old to employ
So they

Came in poor all unsteady, brother by your side
I welcomed you in with my doors open wide
At the CDL spot I gave you a chance
Dinners and talks I

by the amazing Micheal Christopher

Yeah

Temperature rising like the sun in the morning
Like its past my curfew baby girl im going in
Passion is

time he looses 

Judge a nxgga by his character and how he moves 



Is all timing after raining there’ll be sun shine

If I go broke put my Bally on is

wanted
Cause my mind right money right
Yeah I'm ready for war
I rather die a rich man then be living here poor
I'm like Kareem how I score
She giving head

Credits like crack, blow it up by the gram
Edit my stack, holy fuck I'm the man
Up til seven every morning losing track of the time
My morning commute is

a bullet for yaa , 
Shit fucked up cause yu won't do it for your big brother
But on the other note Its 1,2,3 niggas got they nut cross
Feds hit yo spot ,

V-12 Ford

Blazing Haley

Sleeper

roar 

As we hit third gear man, my-o-my
We flew by that Chevy and passed her by
I slid her into fourth and I'm proud to say
That poor old Chevy saw