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the blood of rebels and rogues,
From the depths of the ocean to the peaks where eagles loom,
I chart my own course, with freedom as my creed,
With the wind

yourself, make your own plans, my nigga
I'll be lying if I said I ain't understand, my nigga
Cause who you gon' follow when the leaders all get swallowed

In a crowded room
I'm somehow all alone

Could it be by choice
or my own selfish creed

Victim of circumstance
or afraid of my own shadows

Overgrown by my own regrets
I'm buried in quicksand so I can forget
I'm bound by vines with no line to the sun
Ashes and smoke hint the clearing

melodies
Can't find my own sound
Chasing notes of freedom
In this neon compound

Data streams like rivers
Drowning my voice
Heard our song's religion
But

there? 
Answer me god
Are you really there?

One by one we fought, losing touch at our own cost
Killing, weakened by our thoughts before we found the world

to despair
In the prison of my own making
Gasping for air
The moments of yesterdays
Like vultures circling around
Feeding on the carcasses of dreams
Where no

Plagued by the deceit imposed upon us by our fellow man
How can I call you my brother?
My own flesh and blood
If you cannot be truthful?
We must purge

display
Moments fleeting in their own way
WhatsApp shares a social game
Yet privacy is my creed

This I portray
Yes I am, a digital dinosaur in a digital

How Life Changed

T.I.

No Mercy

2010

was so enticed
By niggas like slick money and ice
We figure prison it should come with the light
Along with losin' your life
And there were no way

Soldier Story

Scarface

Emeritus

2008

I'm accurate
Crack the pitch
Then pretty soon I have to switch
Scratching the itch with paper cuts on my index
The real riders shoot up blocks

Prison of thoughts

How can I silence the voices in my head
So many questions
So many worries
No time for answers
Tales and stories

Only in your

the tales of my own sin
When I can't stop the fight I'm in
cnd scarlet spreads once more

This is the pain that feeds
The rot inside
c poison and a creed
My

even in the dark

Break free from this prison of my mind
Forge a path anew, doubts behind
With each step, reclaim my stride
Not defined by the pain I

call that triple threat
Track team runner in the summer, ready set
Inspiration is the key my own mind is the lock
Times go by like a tick tock tick tock

what love is

Deep inside I felt cold, just like stone
Locked in a prison of my own
But there you came
I was lost, now I'm found

Love, sweet love
Love,

(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence

But I can't close my eyes.
Feeling so tired in this everlasting chaos.
I felt so unlike, held on my creed.
This everlasting chaos control.

Rejecting my

My ancestors told me
Don't bury your creed
I never knew them
But they've always been here

Once I read:
"I'd rather lose my breath
Than

script
Minds are sick
Forced an escapologist
To put up his own prison bricks
Now tick by tick
Houdini needs help
To escape from himself
Last breath cliche,

it yourself

Refuse to live by your creed, what about myself, and my own needs?
This aint what we agreed, you stabbed me in the back and thought you’d

Young Kings

Meek Mill

Dreams and Nightmares [Deluxe Version]

2012

the dishes
But I'm different, I still put 'em on just to show 'em right
I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
I keep a milli by my side because

covered by the son
Also covered by the father and the spirit coz they're one
That's why I tell my stories I didn't do it on my own
Love gained and love lost

Can be established for all
Regardless of station, race, or creed
Among these are
The right to a useful and remunerative job
The right to earn enough