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or scattergories, 
I hear these little boys and girls tell the saddest stories, 
mama on drugs daddy dead they'll never reach the glory, 
at least that's what they

Yeah let's get it lets go
Triple six seven eighty-five I feel I live in the middle of nowhere
Yellow tape around the neighborhood, I got a feeling

dead serious, see the coming of new Hovi
OGs telling me to move with my chest
Nowhere cool for the streets, Kwame Dabie manifests
Determination where I

the front door 
I've been waiting for a while

The neighbors whisper down the street
But pay no mind I am finding 
That people only see what they want to see

covering your feet
You're carried down a dead-end street
I'm sure you won't return

The world is dying as you see
And it seems serious to me
It's like

the light of the day?

If there was any justice in this world
I would have been a dead man
At least two times over

But I'm still here
And I'm surprised by

nowhere to run
A nation come together hearts beating as one
Mourn in the dark crying under the sun
Civilians scatter militants in the streets
Boots crush

Hop out the whip and I dance to the beat
Neighbors get mad that I'm flooding the streets
Bring all the crowd we all have to meet
Bring all the drinks

of the light
A ghostly stranger gently passing by
But the picture is clear
I am vanishing from the script

Oh 
The streets are heaving and there's nowhere left

he sipping two
I had nowhere to go, the streets was what to get into
Can't give a bitch my heart, the streets what I can give it to
Alone, surrounded

Of a bedroom I'll never go back in,
Where i spent every night staring at your ceiling
Feeling used, wondering what you're feeling

Well something was missing by

knock too hard you might get shot on sight
We gone send em' he gone come and find you, You'll be dead by night
We can't tell em' stop, Tell em' stop that

to 
Swallowed by the storm, feet gave up nowhere to run to 
Now my fox is dead, he joins his love in thunderhead
Whether with her weather's better
Wondering out

world all by my lonely that's the same way that I'm leaving
Everybody makes mistakes I just try not to repeat em
Bitches wanna have my babies but I can't

you heard what I said
These hoes getting turds that shit got me dead
When they come outta nowhere I swear they feds
Oh yeah you don't him but I bet you

It's the wicked the cold blooded
My bones rugged this a stick up
You know nothin my flows beloved
By all of the puppets
Gunning they fucking brothers

even want him to come back and be in the streets
I don't want him to get in to any bullshit
We didn't really have much, you know what I mean?
We were

holding back
My heart broken, how you cope with that?
How you live with it? Prolly die from it, try & hide from it
Try & run from it, you getting nowhere

on me
I was blinded by the world but through your light I now I can see
You are the vine I'm the broken branch held tight by your tree
You have saved me

Uh yea uh 
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me

nearby (oh-oh-oh)

[Chorus]
I scream but there's no sound (no sound)
It's hiding, nowhere to be found (to be found)
I'm paralyzed by fear, in the dead

here/
These the cards we delt
So we gamble & hustle hard here/
You dead if they clapping 
Ain’t No awards or applauds here/
Found a body in

Suspended in Time

Group Home

Hip Hop with R&B Flava

1998

Gaye
I may be dead and gone but my word will be born
This is for my niggas and chicks who live in the ghetto
We walk the, streets of gold, diamond

when
The dad had a shotgun
All I could think was ru
So his balls I punched
And out the window I lunged
Did a dead sprint down the street
Ran through some