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to a holocron
A balancing act, I'm stacking up cannonballs
I'm blacking like Zack when yelling out mastodon
It seems the elephants in the room, whose elegance is

Always talked more than I should,
Didn't know I'd cry like a little boy would,
Heaven help me,

Everyday we'd hear the report,
Heard my speech

the fuck do I got to say (What)
Niggas talking down on me
Fuck you and your place (Bop)
Niggas don't know my life
No they don't know my pain
(BasedGod,

of the coming times
Lit up my scared and lonely mind
We both saw through each other's
Weaknesses and powers
Well, I think, nothing more
It's still my fear to be

the flavor when I pull up and shoot out the lights
But there's labor and there's pain
I put in the work to see the gains
Some of you won't ever understand
You

shoes you couldn't walk 8 miles
Original Hot Boy like BG you niggas in denial
Fuck being carried by six ill see you in trail
These streets an open buffet

The far fetch seem shock,like drop heart rates
The Swamp smell skeeze from a mile of a hurricane
Tempur pedic for the knees,she can ease pain
Taint

hustle boy I stay up on my grind
If you aint puttin in that work really aint no way to shine
Me I want it all cause I'm knowing this world is mine
And I

him and strangled him, the innocent boy, seventeen years old, and piteously it hung inside the void, with the spasms of black agony the youthful body,

Falling for you babe
So in love
You stay on my brain
All day long
I know that you know me
Boy you always got me
Through all the pain
Yeah
Your

Georgia Plains (Holy Grounds)

Witchdoctor

A S.W.A.T. Healin' Ritual

1997

yo' clique gone do
I stepped up like it was cool and confronted his crew
I said "Now which one of why'll suppose to take me to school?"
If you see

The March of the Dead

Country Joe McDonald

War War War: Live

tear down your bunting now, and hang up sable black
They're coming, it's the Army of the Dead
They're coming, it's the Army of the Dead

They were

Colorado

Sons of the Desert

Whatever Comes First

1997

(Drew Womack)

Colorado's just to cold
You see I'm a gulf coast boy by heart
It's in my blood
Where I left my soul
The pain all started way

I am the story's writer
I'm barely scraping by
I wake up every morning
I tell myself to try

I say, "no compromises"
I claim to have a plan

man ya don’t know
It is a dirty season a little boy for run away iyahahahaa

Yeah! Mu Buzima G mix
Badox Black box, G Battalion crew
Celebrity music,

a homicide
Fuck boys wanna, talk shit, mosh pits
Is where I grew up
Living on the streets
Can I make it out?
Fuck a gang now
I rather die with my girl by

got no healing
You be feeling pain overtime
What I’m about, what I be saying
Fuck with me, mess up my time
And I’m going crazy
On the problems people

Hiding out in an old ghost town
He called their names, five desperate men
He said boys it time I'm going to bring you in
The men they laughed, and drew

The cloudy words "To be or Not to be.."
Lightens up the silent sky a thunder in your head
You're caged behind the bars of rain
Rain, rain, it floods again

now that finally 7 sins covered 7 heavens
So pick your poison! Or rather fuck up this crap, boy life was a bet when you put higher stakes
Love causes

Remain calm and stand tall
I was down to the wire
Back turn on by the one I most admire
The pain help me lose who I was prior
A coward and a liar
Womaniser

one day he walks on by
This little girlie gonna change his life
Picks her up and takes her for a spin
That's when all his troubles begin cuz
She was

taa makyi if we pull up te asee full cappa
Herh ye kye wo se ye hwe wo ahr fre police omo mpata
iPod times when I peeked deliveries on repeat
Mariajuana

tools 
Nmlie gi by 12 na 042 ifum na Lekki by 2 


Adim addicted to winning wey last time I lost  I can’t remember 
Stacking it up to the ceiling wey last