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back tears holding
Guess that's what happens when you break down and tell someone you're alive
Oh dear you're no son of mine
Alive how ever could you

terrible, even to those guys made of stone 
You've got no class, you even think beer should be served without foam 

It's not even as if I could say that

beat
(I can see it)
I see that I just don't read your body language
I can actually understand it
(By the way you smile)
Love the way you smile
Love

Innocence

Orange 9mm

Pretend I'm Human

1999

from yourself?
I consumed by years of passivity turned activity in split seconds
My newest weapon is my state of calm
Lowered alarms, I feel more

my mind can't rest
And I'll every now and then go under house arrest
High security lockdown mode
The only way that I can get in my zone
And I got shit

stuntin
Your bitch is predictable, hittin my line, chuck her right to the side, pussy look like a grubbin
I don't wanna fuck with no niggas that be way too

Pack my bags and go
Thats how you grow ya'll

Tired of being so fucking quiet
Thoughts in my head spiraling
Mini riots
My friends with no faith at all

gives is an outlet for my faults
I don't really care
who hears
Or what they think they thought
All it means to me is therapy
Another way I talk
Cuz if I

been through hell and back 
By doly 
Shawty yeah you really outtah luck

You Ain’t look my way
When I was down bad
So don’t come around
When I’m up

Your

of the social implications
You're impaired, drugs are shared
You aren't prepared to have a baby

But your friends showed you the ways
It gets you praise when you

Zakhe nama jita wam ( Way-ya)
How ahhh are you a laanie ( Hozh )
En Kykie, buy you somthing by Somalies ( Huhhh )
Man, this feels like perfect timing
Eyyy

on the same path
I learned my lesson, just like you we in the same class
How we put two and two together, this the same math
You said you loved me but you left

Runnin' drug, by the bar, eyes real low
Too much pent up, feelin' like I'm bout to overdose
Man, this shit so cold

I don't want no fake bitch, ain't tryna

Yeah, yeah, that's right motherfucker
Ro Canali baby

To my inconvenience, fuck their opinion
I’m steering my business with no rack and pinion
I’m

Dostoyevsky

Black Thought

Streams of Thought, Vol. 1

2018

a suede Puma
The steady heavy legendary, all praise is overdue
Same cloth as the chosen few, rap Noble Drew
I guarantee you no more music by the suckers

Manifested to reality
Something like The Temptations
The way I was imagining
Ball like a ball player
We are who we are baby
No matter where i'm at in this life

introspection i I lack

Too tired to pray
Constantly weighed down by yesterday
Tried to fix it quick times my enemy
No time outs Gods no referee 

My body's frail

Nigga, I’m Different By Choice 

(Aye, Don’t you for a second get it twisted, none of this shit came easy. Niggaz been putting in that work)

I been

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayo bruh could you turn the T.V down just a lil bit real quick
Nah nah I'm gon be done in a second
I don't wanna put

i show affection 
When you get attention
Girl we got that luv connection

I be feeling this way. Tellin mum i found the one, i hope this aint a phase

Started looking for a better high to get by
Next it was the blow going up in his nose
Scholarships disappeared
Friends they were outta there
No calls

you niggas have been deprived of
Real hip hop, Soul, talk shit and you will get popped
It ain't no way around it, Won’t leave this the way found it
I

Little niggas pack guns to
Make the crowd disperse
The preacher's own son
They be on his way to church
When you lose a friend I can't
Explain the way it

Scrabbopoly is the only way to
Play oh! I won a beauty contest! Oop
Just a minute!

Dan Bull: If any other Youtuber wants
To challenge me to a
Scrabble match,