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first time
As You See Me was the first track I ever did
I even put it as the opening song,
I wrote that song with another beat, not the one you hear
When

no audience
But then my guard was lifted
Ended up scarred by another heartless
Shhh, I ain’t gonna stoop low as a ditch
Ain’t no use in bitchin’ about

wanna say goodbye
I see the sadness in your eyes
You`re a little lost right now
Feeling like nobody understands
What you`re going through
I wanna be close

first grip mic as I rehearse another verse
I'm breaking down lines you get the works and The Word
Heard you like the way that I work it
For certain MC

that was my first time
As you see me was the first track I ever did
I even put it as the opening song
I wrote that song with another beat, not the one

the air like a loosely gripped baseball bat swing
All I ever wanted was something different, maybe by another name
We could set ourselves on fire, there

this
I cant lie

No I cant lie
I cant lie
No I cant lie
No

I made you mine by the start of may
Just feelings, no playin games
Fast forward like 20 days

no
I couldn't go
I knew in my heart
That you was
The one I had to hold
I was mad at myself
I had to know
But only time would tell
A year passed by
What

Bitch I really really be feeling like I am Jason
Put em in a coffin with the blood up in the basin
I don't give a fuck another one, basic
Bodies in

Meant to Be

Mr. Sancho

From the Streets of Cali

2003

love you, and I miss you

You were just a friend of me
Love they way you brought out the best of me
We drove another, talked about it, we were meant

You ran off with that pack
And you ain't even know it was laced
See how I'm holding my weight
A nigga be feeling like Dorian Yates
I just sent another

one and a million
She said Baby, you know that I'm feeling you why you playing you know that I'm stuck
I told her I just wasn't ready for labels, she

Already just skipping the legos
At the age of 8 I started stealing
Was feeling unstable
Yes i will eliminate you fakers
By ending you fatal
Winning

getting cooked by a rapper like I was eating at Gen
Making money off sins
God forgave me as a youngin
I’ve been making it since
Another day another dollar

Red dot to the stomach imma makem burp
They don't like to see me rather see me on a shirt
I know she a red flag by the way she rock the birks
Always

telling myself
I'll never know how this ends
The story goes on

I've always tried to live a
Little better than I'm feeling
By concealing brutal urges
Think

Kids In America

The Bouncing Souls

The Bad the Worse and the Out of Print

2002

Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why

Friday night and everyone's

feeling this hunger
Inside of me and it's been reeling me under
My stomach grumbling
It's sounding like thunder
Aint no way to recover
Man I was just tryna

Living in a locker full of pain
Cause I sealed them off feeling really rocky in my chain
Way I tell it though
Way I tell it though
Talk bout how you feel

on what matters
Like the Black Lives, people are getting murdered
Either by the same skin colour and that’s the worst of it
Then it’s by the ones who fear

at the sky, try not to cry
It is the way you get by, I wish I understood why
You always bleed yourself dry tryna be the good guy
Always taking care of others,

that we could work
It seems like problems solve themselves, when I take off my shirt
You're my heartbreaker
Don't know exactly what went wrong
By myself

me bigga
Never been the type to worry about another nigga
Stay focus on my grind till I shine bright nigga
Money on my mind got no time for catching

what people think
Cause we finish a drink
Then we get another
Yeah we feeling insane
A night like no other
Rest In Peace to kris
Wish I could give him