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I didn't think I'd have to write this yet
But have you seen the morning news
I’m the happiest man in my hometown
Ruled by racist country

baby lungs
But don't you worry baby
I'll die before I'm 21
And I'm writing you this song, and every time you listen to it
You'll cry because I'm gone

the Vetti[00:43.89]Young nigga walk round that bih with the stick by my belly[00:47.57]Walk in that bih with exotic they know that I'm smelly[00:51.21]I get the pack from

Written in the Stars

Eric Turner

The Very Best of Now Dance 2010

2010

more fuckin' hits than a disciplined child
When they see me everybody brrap's, brraps
Man I'm like a young gun fully black Barrack
I cried tear drops

I ain't got time bitch leave
Posted in your hood I got the keys
Really out here in these streets
Sacred Summer '21 this year we finna be elites, like

they don't come outside
He said he a killer but he don't be sliding
We spent on they block and we caught that boy hiding
Bro bro said he don't use guns

they don't come outside
He said he a killer but he don't be sliding
We spent on they block and we caught that boy hiding
Bro bro said he don't use guns

I got to many problems
Let alone the way you make me feel
You know I wish I could solve them
What's it going to take to help me deal
You got your 21

Dummy flashin guns on the Gram, Damon Arnette
Been going hard for 21, Kevin Garnett
Everybody wanna slide but they ain't got a car yet
Feel like i'm way

baby[00:52.24]Yeah[00:53.59]Flow just like a wake and bake[00:55.21]Get it right every time, it's no mistakes I make[00:58.41]Hot, like the weather is fine[01:00.36]I'm sitting by

get my hands on him
Says Dad
You bet I'll fill him in
Oh yes he's dead
They roam up and down
the old A21
Tooled up
And someone's got a gun
Price on his

You've got it made
You're a rabble rousin, smooth talkin son of a gun
Ya got some lemonade
It's a bittersweet treat for your family
I never thought

Written in the Stars [Arcade Southside Remix]

Eric Turner

Now! Dance 2

2011

more fuckin' hits than a disciplined child
When they see me everybody brrap's, brraps
Man I'm like a young gun fully black Barrack
I cried tear drops

was young
Hard-living sarcastic sharp-tongued son
Of a gun and I am my father's son

By 1981, Dad's life had grown messy
Then a woman named Ramona came

by a friend ‘cause he said he thought it might help!

And I believe in 21-pound notes
and there’s a one-way tube to John O’ Groats.
And I believe

(Many times upon a time, told many times over, by the many people affected)
(There was a young child, with a story behind 'em)
(But this right here,

one
You got a gun, okay, you not the only one
My lil' brother got killed, he not the only one

Heard that fuck, nigga, hey, he not the only one
I swear

Girlfriend 21 it was wrong but so much fun 
I had to go her Daddy had a gun 
Farewell 21

 Love by the numbers one two three 
Add em up and it's not enough

that's hollow
No tomorrow
Is promised to no one
To be an authentic person
Takes one to know one
Which one are you ?
One or two ?
21 gun salute
21 bullets

Yo, Timo
Today I was just thinking about
What it is to be a 21st Century African
I think that'll be my first agenda
Come on
Triggered by pig-headed

with a Glock in the hills[02:21.92]Pop out with Glocks harassed by cops but I ain't lookin' to kill[02:24.62]I just wanna get rich and buy my mama

tho[00:23.23]I like bein by myself too much know you hear the dial tone[00:26.67]It's not on purpose I Feel furthest from the milestone[00:30.06]I'm gonna work so

of light[00:17.69]Covered wagons formed in a circle 'til[00:21.71]the stars disappear in the dawn's early light[00:28.50]The horses are tethered, the kids sleepin'

Everyday struggling with addiction, the perks to addicting, my brains contemplating, suicide
No one by my side, last girl left me all alone, thought