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There's a great American hero, we all look up to
When the times are hard and the chips are down,
He knows just what to do
Now a cowboy's got a set

41 shots took a young man's life
Shot him down to the ground no struggle no strife 
Murdered by 4 boys in blue
With a badge and a gun and a job to do

hateful shit but it's all fueled by love
Cause my son can't starve
I'll give him a bright future, doing stuff this dark
Man I love my dargs
And I'll never

foolish son
Na sha ina da wayo ai
Ina ta denge pose, baba frayo
Been going by my ilimi, but it’s killing me
What I pursued it's (pursued it’s) gone
Ba’a

yea I'm swaggin' like Urkel .
cin't nobody whack in my circle , we all gettin' blunted we passin' the herbal .
I carry the pack I could serve you ,

Here we are on a planet which
Is about five thousand million
Years old the sun around which it goes is not
Much older it is part of
A galaxy which

he says
His army grows weak by the days
More of the unbaptized sent to torment
For what plan doesth tho have? None
We shall rise your omnipotent lord

say it's hard holding some pain inside
But have they tried holding love instead
My feelings are muted by a semblance of pride
Do you know this song is

walks and talks about transitioning into manhood
Why are we at the bottom eating these canned goods
Broken promises and inconsistencies
Don't wanna fall

Lord and I ,we talk face to face
He says my son was that such a feat

For we have forever, you are mine and I am yours
And by the way Well done with your

how I feel about you
But I'll hide you in my work and all my poems
And do whatever soft boys do
We are the children of
Wartime children's sons
Men who

questions are rhetorical just hold dat
Been through the good times don't wanna go back
Footprints in the mud Sizzl clean too
Held the lil uzi vertical with

down, and never run
Days fly by, pressure builds, and I've been spun
Never change the past of what's done is done
It's done!

And all the time we piss

It's loud after you did the job be proud 
Bitch ass punk all my disses are gonna feel like a slam dunk 
But you can't cause you way too drunk you fucking

all you can talk about
Oh and of course these men be talking about sex women and money
What the world wants to see
And even the women in the game are

Blood Red Roses
Our boots and clothes are all in pawn
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down.
And its flamin' drafty 'round Cape Horn,
Go down, you

Into the pits with you bloodthirsty sons of war

Thrown in by the droves
Damaged, but alive
And of the grievous wolves
Only one survives
Fall until

my brothers we all coming
I know this heart is weak and you Probably  gone fall for me
I ask that you be careful unsteady as tall money 

I be bobbing

the day
When Jesus came
And You took away all my sin and shame
And You made us right again

You came from God above
The Father's only Son
Saved my soul
Made

no way to live
It's hungry, cold, and slack
And if you walk out that door my son
Well, you won't be coming back

But it's down the pub, all my friends

I'll rip the skin off your face
Take your bitch then do the race
Take that bitch out on a date
Pay me by hourly rates
We pull and shit on your face

body, but you gotta big Benz
Yeah
And we know you D1 with the bat
Third base before we even locked in, in, in

And they say that you play
Run game
All

On my deathbed I'll be mad what I ain't do
My dad said son there ain't nothing you can't do
Aunt sent funds so I'm telling her thank you
Mom said

blissing with TNT, hol’up fun
I’m not a killer B, you gotta kidding me, gonna be mainstreaming, roll up son
Crafting by glittery, show my maturity, askin’