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surrounding me
So I'm sitting here praying for silence
They don't like my spit, never fit their image
They forgot that we were here since the beginning
Black
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin' (by)
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
Even when the skies
more than your hands could hold
I've learned that was a metaphor you said for when getting old
Man, time will really go an make a kid change
I never got
oceans for emotions, sick
Got me shaking his hand with an open fist
What's he notice in my
Grasp besides the calluses?
A soul that's trapped by
My mind's
trick or treating
Robbin' little kids for sacks
[Unknown] got behind our ass
Broke the fuck out and said late
Skate to my house sucker sittin down
Was loved for the lyrics I spit, those times were the dearest to my ego and id
Now I'm making my beats, I'm making a mess, I'm taking my time, I'm
a new day
Taking one step at a time
You were what I needed
I was falling
Hiding my emotion
You made me see the truth
Your love was what I needed
was the devil himself
Tells me if I choose to join him we'll be conquering shit
Guess he thought I was a kid who's gonna fall for his trick
Give him my
it
By the smell on the skunk
It's the funk we blow it
So split the mud and reach for the sack
Ease up your mind never look back
Inhale deeply
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your
finally got my mind straight
Traded in the Prozac for a dime bag, and a mixtape
By the end of 10th grade, Poppi had finally up and left
I stepped out of her
Manson, I'm a muthafuckin' thriller
Friday 13th's my birthday, so I was a born killer
Brought up as a trouble kid, devious shit's what I shoulda did
Mom
that went on by coming back alone to this empty room
The time that we had was like alchemy I'm on a balcony but no view
Trust when the sun goes down for
Like no problemo
Until I heard kiddies
Who dissin' on they demos
Not just that
Go on the net
Phat Fam dissed by Bobby
Little sick kid
Who surf porn
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope
Fabricated realities while we're in a crisis
Now I'm thinking back to grade twelve
And how a few people let emotions
Get the best of them
How they fail to come
Cheers for the years
She was throwin it back
And then cheers to the shots
That were made for my neck
'Till they tear it all down
See how long that your
Puzzle isn't complete, must be missing a peace
I see despicable guys with political ties
Use hypocritical lies to trick typical minds
Kids are advised
running into him
His two friends were like my dummies and I loved attacking
They would follow every signal, word and every action
And I made sure I told him
2, 3, and 4 is like watching the same kids walk into my store
I know that they're stealing something to be happy for
Because once they go back out
Got a shit-eatin' grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity,
The man with the hair would talk real loud
He made feel proud for not being afraid,
He helped me get over my fear of the dark
And of the unknown
We're the kids that just weren't cool
Yeah we're the kids that sat alone in school
It's been a grind but look at me now
I got the whole class jumping
~Static~ "Quik you're not a gangster we're not" ~Static~
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me believe in
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