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the confidence that I should to be an entertainer, I'm guarded
I'm more concerned with being an artist
Cause every record just aint a multi-platinum recording

our dowered soil
Draw harrowed audience
They crowd only by force of vote
And force is violence
 
They just want shelter some have never known a home
But

sleeping about 
Six feet away, with my stick.
  - What the hell! he said.
  - Be quiet. Move real slow. Look. I said.
He saw the dogs.
  - Oh shit! Was all

never rode a

I love you gramma 
Grandad 
I miss you guys 
I can't believe I lost you both this year 
Everybody back home 
Jaime Chris Kendrick Skyy,

love me?)
I've been held, closely by a stranger

We came to give love
To our die hearted real bitches
That stick through they man through

I got to stay in my own lane
Feeling pain hurting nigga I just want to maintain
John would still be alivve if he ain't with strangers
Only love you

got that love that'll give your body chills
And her daughter know when she's hungry she's got a meal
For real
What you'll never know 
is her daddy

The Now

Mr. Lif

I Phantom

2002

were divined
By the disenchanted tone at the end of the line, hang up
He tried to look strong in front of mom back up
John stop lookin' forward

put in the pen
It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
Sending niggas to the pen or the funeral home
I be feeling like the Lord will never

It was a Friday night, I'm all alone
Didn't feel like stayin' at home
Gave up on the women in this town
Lookin' for money and puttin' you down
I got

we always had each other
I'll be doing better, I'll be fine by time, long as I got my brothers
They hate the way we living, they don't wanna see us

the metronome
And if I miss the target, at least I'm hitting close to home
They think I'm only on some rappity rap shit
They said I need to throw some more swag

want love I can tell how you came
Well come and get with me and watch your outlook on life
It'll never be the same

Just be cool like John Travolta

U BEEN THO?

MY PLUG GOT KILOS
Keep him on the d-low
He show me love on the reload
No for real tho
I'm like a super hero
Big Jon Claude Don Vito
See

At The Border
Now Where I’m At Meeting Immigration Lawyers
Always Gotta Torch My Woodz Stay Lit
I Pull The Flame Show You The Real John Wick
Eyes Lookin Asian

Oh shit, I'm recording hahaha, yuh
Yuh

No art is sacred
But step into my little glass home
And see the features in the cracks
I float with silver

Yeah I know she be going thru my phone
Checking my closets when I aint home
She's in the inbox photos in the labtop
Checking receipts and matching my

know what it is
Yo Gus I love you dog
Still can't believe we was bunkys
All by the grace of God
How come my brothers can't be free God
Low key I just

mind counting them digits
I hit a lick then I’m back home by dinner
No I don’t wrestle
I still hit my finisher
Ya da boy Mastered
Flipping that P
Now my

love me i can't help but do her wrong
I be chasing money when she wake up I be gone
Catch me in the streets or in the booth no I ain't goin home
Sun

baby
Me I was tortured baby
Ran the streets all on ma own
Ran away crying from home
Me I was tortured throughout my childhood
I don't even know what love

burning off, layered thick,
a cargo that I haul, wounds and loves unresolved.

I wake up with the sun in my eyes.
The present moment tries
but now I'm back

and steady wins the race
Going at my own pace
Steal your plate no home base
Arms race over race shit is waste
Love thy brother
Fuck the motherfuckers
That

and wouldn't be wrong for that
Instead, I gave you life that's eternal I put you on to that
And everyone you love that know me I'm where they home is at
Satan