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Walls Talking

Kevin Gates

I'm Him

2019

feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)

I was young when my mama had me
Think I ran away from home 'bout the age of fifteen
Juvenile

tuberculosis, folks."

People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake

back
To that lil' school I had been sent to
Find some shit I could get in to
Been through more by the time I was eighteen
Then most people go through

group
Picture this let it rip eight by ten clips
Build up three more spliffs
Since a jit I been legit
The shades just caught up with the shits
I shoot my

To deeper oceans
My juvenile head to lay
I drank Newcastle Brown, London Pride
My walkers guide to the English way
You said welcome I am the rose
I can hurt

Self-loathing, juvenile

Evil lurks, familiar name
Filled her mind with fear
I hate you but feel the same
Pretend I didn't hear
The poison spreads as feelings grow

Fighting Temptation

MC Lyte

The Fighting Temptations

2003

know I'm managed by violator (yeah!)
(they shootin') I'm exterminator
I look good so hate me hater 
Me and my girls drinkin', where's the waiter

to take a loss (she went bad on me, y'all)
Damn, it hurts to take a loss

Time passes by, I'm asking, "Why?"
You match my fly, no cap, no lie
Trophy,

care about no bitch
Only my nigga the one I
Want to tell me different came up
Gotta' thank the lord that I'm rich
Took me for the same but I
Spend it by

a blaze in the dark
Fire in the night
One by one, pictures gather round me
Where those moonflowers used to grow
Lost no more, spectres gather round here

you send your regard
To tears from all the haters

Tears from all the haters

Indoctrinated by a reading club
Giving birth from an imaginary tub

They

you send your regard
To tears from all the haters

Tears from all the haters

Indoctrinated by a reading club
Giving birth from an imaginary tub

They

BLACK EFFECT

The Carters

The Carters Essentials

MLK Boulevard
I'm good on any MLK Boulevard
See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X
Haters dreadin' my effect, they want that Das EFX
Get

Wake up in a cardboard box
Doors too close to open hearts
Sit down with your dirty bowl
Those shit stains seen by all
Juvenile crime, good use

Y'all sick, the chips got the haters nauseous
They chicks jumpin' in my whip like a mosh pit
I wish (wish) I could be effected by any hate but I can't

porn and the shadowy insurgents known simply as ""haters""...

Out here in this cultural wasteland
Drag queens cutting like a knife
With a whimper,

so juvenile
(But that's just a fantasy away
Only just a sweet fantasy away)
My eyes crack open to the dark of night
To an empty bed, you're not by my

vile
Treated me like I was juvenile
Expected of me to stand by and sit idle
You stuck it to me when I was feeling hostile
You were seeing other men

I've walked through a road of black and white
All my life, I stood by the side
Before the mystery in your eyes
Showed me green, red, blue
Colors

My Closest Roaddogz

2Pac

Until the End of Time

2001

rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen

Forget your juvenile independency
Walk your own way
Be scrupulous, be decorous
You can't be cherished by everyone
Be a great one for propriety
Don't mind

Too Hot

The Hot Boys

Guerrilla Warfare

1999

I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three 
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper 
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got

know you got weight
Nine-ten, new Benz blue lens
Elev'-twelve, got FED's on the trail
13's-14's, that's was SS crawl
15's-16's, juvenile hoggs
17-18,

My Closest Roaddogz

2Pac

Until the End of Time [Clean]

2001

rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind
Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen