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Couple goals
Will & Jada
The end is tangled
When the shit
Hits the papers

Busta vs Michael Myers

1st verse

Dear God
I wonder can

Furtado, do I keep it bottled? 
Open happiness tomorrow? Coca Cola type of motto
Bought some coca then got caught by woman, I'm sure the spirits knocked it

awaking in my bed sheets, wonder what it really means
Splitting the seams between dreams and reality
With the causality being my spirit's fatality
Leaving

and spirit
Many artists play roles too few have lyrics
Technique is niche but words they are essential
Add rythme and melody you got your full potential

income before  the wife go come
go past the wonder years enter the doer years
no more struggle with the hustle you’re a spirit says the Bible
its man that

gets
You're killing me kid, yeah You literally did
You can't handle the truth that i'm handing to you that I viscerally spit
You miserably slid , you

Feel the weight of the gun and the red
Hear the pain, see the blood in your head
The kids fall down, the screams, they're amerced
But the plague

The picture's far too big to look at, kid
Your eyes won't open wide enough
And you're constantly surrounded by the swirling stream
Of what is

To still see clear when shit ain't fine
Cause this ain't beer naw this ain't wine
Ya get the spirit and climb the vine
But try to find that forbidden fruit

Follow your heart don't always follow suit
Sometimes you smart sometimes you eat the fruit
Find your own proof don't always follow words
Always stay

supposed to heal when murder murder 
Praised up by the money counters?
They gon' get it by any means
Take your mind, take your spirit, take your homie from

know it
Lord show him the path thats forward
Moment by moment 
Make me omnipotent, since now is not the moment
Prepare me for everything that I'm walking

Broken spirits painting murals with only shades of grey
Use of color lost its merit along with thoughts of faith
They used to stare up into skies

Heavy is the heart that is worn upon the sleeve
Eating strange fruit now I'm getting blood all on the leaves
Guess I'm bound to this town they got me

to wake you up
This shit's sponsored by Utica Coffee
Tell the truth, I'm doing my laundry
Tell some lies and you'll be sorry
Half of ya'll ain't heard me

Running

Flame

The 6th

2012

a Christians
Filled with the Spirit and wisdom intermissions
This ain't no intermission homie you know what I'm talking bout
Kids pulling nines out while we

hubris bout my years
Spill some beans but there's some secrets I won't give
I do this for my homie spirit speaking through his kids
Promised to make it big

the dark and the art will die
Cut the root and the fruit withers on the vine
Don't blind the third eye leave it open wide
Keep all the plates spinning
Keep

and time again
Would cause Your Spirit great grief
And yet as I held my daughters
With no idea of how to be a Father
God I realized that You never had

did my best in this life
I had more to give

So by the time you hear this shit
I'm too busy praying over my family and my son's spirit
Until my God

but niggas be distratin'
This a motto
Where the titties out? Where the titties out?
I wonder if it's mallow
If it's possibly be yeah
Or is tomorrow

Ya cathartically
I ease the tension, listen to Monasterial monks chant. Burlapped thoughts unwind,  ease Spirit & lost soul,
In passage of time

the clout dawg
Better watch your mouth what you speak on will surround y'all
People speak on death and wonder why they end up dead
Same reason you self

judging? I wonder what she calls right
Wonder how she decides right from wrong
It's getting really hard to choose sides

Right side, left side, white side,