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job, black eye peas ain't working it
Scratches on my forearms, bruises on my chest
By then a few knew, they all told me to confess
Driving

[Intro]
Rest in peace, Pops
cin't a day go by where I don't think about him
Check

[Verse]
Having dreams of that old apartment number
Seein' my pops

it 
I be blowing gas but I swear this shit not a habit
We not are the same, simply by my fucking fabrics 
And I got dis bitch in Dallas who gon bounce

[I. Prelude to Dying]

[Instrumental]

[II. Pray for Daylight]

It was like a dream on a sunny day we set our sails
That would carry us away

that the kid would emerge
And shout out all the bitches whose dad's didn't want you with a black kid
I loved when you'd tell me that shit
I love

to pretend
That I'm not
Crushed by this
That I'm not
Holding onto something

Change is inevitable
Resisting against that change
Causes great pain
And I can

our love affairs now he wants a pimp killed
Won't stop until blood is spilt she told him where I live
He beat it out her ass even black eyed the bitch

might show love, but trust me your not my buddy
The only thing that keeps me going is my family
And a few of my friends, I'm knowing that they love me

Sittin by Clearwater, crib by Clearwater, let's go
By the Clearwater where I reside, By the beach with a bitch getting high
And we both know it's

gone, that home is where the art is,  
where the klan and their new black faces, where 
past residents and former pre-presidents of the  
general chicago

The Night We Called It a Day

Deepspace 5

The Night We Called It a Day

of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason

Feel it in my fucking bones
Did the instrumentals too
But what's new
The sky is falling come on let's go catch a view

I don't plead the fifth
I just

need a beat", this is what I found 
Now it's time to ground and pound until this instrumental is a bloody mound 
You hear that sound? 
I'm going off like

on the feint
M. J. Dub go hard in the paint
Everybody love me, Everybody want me
Everybody saying

This is how I ride
This is how I roll
Best believe I got it
If

Check, Ain't missin' no meals check
Face look just like Tika Sumpter with no makeup, I'm impressed
This is the love store where we sell sex more than

a average level three prestige black belt
Trynna better my mind trynna better my wealth
How she gonna say she love me fucking up my mental health
Is it real?

Mos Def
Black star
They was telling me
Gotta get it good
But it always is
This the reckoning
Pessimist
Head of this
Decadence

Those who loss
Say what

know this
We killin’ one another just to
Show who the dopest
While us brothas is cappin’ the
"Blue eyed devil’ is laughin"
And my cuddies is dyin’ man
I

the stacks
You know where it's cold, we got brown in our racks
But tryna make a dollar, is a mission with the tax
Need me some commission, when I'm selling out

P-P-K-Dog on the track, bam
Yeah
Woah
What do you know

That boy there got flow
Got more love when I was broke
Now I'm going all black, Rob like woah

how a nigga live
Shit is sick, raised in the flossy where niggas split your wig
Fuck a friend, my brothers won't cross me word to my nigga Liggs
Con

Bound to Happen

Big Rich, Family Ties

Big Ballers

1998

ha
I was raised by one, it's in my blood son
Cut me deep, might penetrate the concrete
A A.K. with a drop clip where I sleep, nigga what

Put 'cha

Skwad Training

Artifacts

That's Them

1997

jump into backflips like Jedis
Black little rascal dissin dips at White Castle
Got love doctors baffled why bitches ride me like a saddle
(How does he

die (bitch please)
Gettin G's by any means nessesary
That's why my cousin doin' time and my dogs got barried
Ya'll bitches is afraid of da game
Sittin'