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When You're Ready

David Wilcox

What You Whispered

2000

told, this big machine does nothing
But there's a change that brings
A difference into all these people's lives

To free them from the past
That was their

shit
Hennessy, she gettin' lit, hoes in threes, splittin' dick
Six deep in Suburbans, totin' felonies, we with the shits
Catch a opp, get the stick,

How long will it be
Hypnotised by a discordant melody
When will I be free
Listen to me
You're already free
You can't have nothing more
Your scenes

I took a slide, slipping down a staircase
A Piranesian dream
My senses reeled, distorted about the darkness
I lit my way with a scream
And in

all the lit shit
I’m from New York, I got the Yankee hat and fit bitch
Can’t tell me shit bitch
Nah, you can’t tell me nothing
And now she want me cause

so we're never apart, we so tender like teddy
Whole squad too lit and we move like let's get it
Still on our feet when we down cos we're ready
Nothing

you by my side
I got nothing to fear

Still on my Journey it's long and lonely
Please ease my pain
It's heavy to carry
Help me forgive
Curse I can never

to quarantine
His crops and livestock boost the economy
Many would travel by boat to see him
His image don most schools and coliseums
A merchant, hustle those

nothing I can do

And I try
As I live my lie

For I
I am tough
Anxiety, set me free

Cause I'm more than enough
Maybe I can be

One more shot I can be more

It was at a blue point when you came to me
Yes, it was a blue point by a deep blue sea
I thought about what could be
There was nothing left to doubt

Can't truly be free when we lead by the blind.
Freedom a chance for us to be better.
But they sold out freedom for the monetary pleasure.
So how we going

of a nautical storm
But hear only clippety-cloppety
From coconut shells, rather badly performed
By the man from Theatrical Properties
And much as it hurts to hear

We Can't Make It Here

Joan Baez

Occupy This Album

2012

There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing

it up louder
The tommy go lala if you jacking power
I'm lit with the smoke like I'm tilted on towers
I'm always gon tote like I'm paid by the hour
I

Drunk driving in a golf cart
Try and pull me over and I'll put you in an arm bar
Hundred different vibes like a Pop Tart
I don't gotta play by

In my city
Niggas sending blitz
In my city 
If you lit you a lick 
In my city 
Everybody wanna be lit
In my city 
Shyt hella wicked
In my city

one's free
Trying to find the light that you can't see

Broken by the wall
And you never saw the fall
In agony you crawl
The pain will take your all

cities
Shackled by misery
No use for relief

Clever men sat apart
Secret council
Nothing remained to enjoy
In their native land

Body broken by wounds

got nothing but time
Ignite the history books and Frankenstein's free
He's one of us now
Pitchfork in hand, he's leading the pack to the center of town

take heed to the words we shout
act like you know something
caught between nothing
we can take it to any degree
there's no stopping a style so free
don't

here
Let's look around, and I will take you there
Nothing can stop us, we can not get hurt
Protected by fire in the desert

Stuck in these thoughts
All

See me, single and free
No fears, no tears, what I want to be
One, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony

Hey sucker
(What the hell's got

Reckless

Styles P

Float

2013

I'm accustomed to getting fast dough
It takes that whole work by they asshole
Standing by the pool in a bath robe
Bullet in yo C's or your afro

to know what is going on in this ride
I'm sure of my answer, completely side-by-side
I want to discover, and I am not afraid
Because this is the right place