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know how it feels to be hurt ?
Do you know how it feels to be broke ?
Do you know how it feels to get left in the dust
by the people you thought wouldn't

Came from down by dat river water murky and shit
All I know is tha slums get so dirty and filthy
I ride alone I ride alone really not really
I tote dat

of niggas, handle my shit by myself
Shoot him, don't shoot at him, man, I'm ready for whatever
In this life, I chose to live, one thing for sure, this shit got

Last Call

Logic

YSIV

understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't

dem live on it.
No! Nobody stood by me.., no sorry in the days I get horny.
I'm sorry my brother if I'm not funny speak, reality in their brains make

the slums are all pushed aside
Where nobody ever talks but expect to get rights
Everybody think they on their own
But equally and justice ain't found in my

hold me back I
(Keep a heater by the big dog) 
I never wanna hold you back I
(A nigga gotta get this dough)
I just wanna live my life, live my life, Live

the leader
I pour up a cup, then I sip by the liter
Damn, they do not want that static
Let it be known before shit get tragic

A nigga to real for that cappin'

back by the morning
All the bad hoes n**** they live in mauldin 
And i came to scrap why the hell you keep talking? 
He wanted smoke till his ass started

burdens i tote make me stronger
Eat from the earth cuz I'm tryna live longer
Roll a leaf cuz that tree ima stoner
Im wit the village or I'm by my lonesome

Dark Days, Bright Nights

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights

2001

you get heard, but I don't hear my vinyl spinning
Yeah we found some distribution, but bet the crying is just beginning
'Cause these bright nights,

just paint a vision
To make it out of this village
And end up having like eight rides
And I'm still gon' have them thirsty days
But I swear it feels like

Either you flossing in your mansion with doggy wifey and kid
Own a big ass corporation but sold your soul just to Live
Your position is man by the lake man

In villages, towns and cities we all sit at home.
Making ends meet, making do and quietly making tea.
Forgotten by the politicians, exploited by

Father

Bizzy Bone

The Gift [Clean]

2001

And tellin' the kids that ain't the way to live properly
Get yo monopoly and get your own property
And that's the way we sing, and that's the way we play

Bang Toosie, Bang Toosie, Bang Toosie
Each of us lives dependent and bound by our individual knowledge and our awareness
All that is what we call

Crowds of moody people in this city
Go with cigarettes in their teeth
They don't even get high from these cigarettes
Cause they tired from this

defeat them that's by the way
Anyways Tell all this amateurs make they give me space
This is my time stay away from a moving train
I wasn't born with

Someone.

Help us Get some. 

Don’t came We stunned.

Love for yo sons?

Drugs in ya lungs. 

Brain stem be numb.

Addicted to cum.

Mama from a slum

is I get higher
And live the fantasy doing shows like Mariah 
And my team doing well,
Anna Marie D-esigner 
House of embrace on the lips
Of my

Split custody between my mom and credit cards
A parody of sullenly written verses by Bayla
I know that
The pain you felt that
The shame and all that

dropping hits
Yea I'm Gon make it put that on my kids
Come from the slums and that's just how we live
Yea I got problems I turn up the 5th 
Pop me a perc

Womp womp womp
Everybody like to talk
Talkin shit wit the flock   
But be quiet when I pull up
What you see is what you get
Can't live lies thru

I grew into the sun
Destined to shine over the planet
Till I came across a gun, infactutated by the sound
When the shots get sprayed, like (gunshots)