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Don't think of a soul mate
Middle school was honor roll
Now money calculates
Summer kiss under mistletoe
Cuz you are Christmas bae
So cold you like ice

at school I was
Never had sense of direction, I was lost
Removed from the State school by the mother, oh
Soon enough I was moved to a private shithole
Yeah,

in a blizzard
With ice cubes in it during Christmas
Meanin there's no school, in the misfit
Like I'm throwin a fit
Or I just can't fit it, tidbit too

Pearl High in Mississippi,
The West Side Middle School in Arkansas
From South Central to Harlem world, one love

I know it's gonna be a brighter day

Can't be, Stuck on this, Infinite
Let me, Utilize, New tech, Goodies
Short cutting, This working, Mission
So by Christmas, I'll be finished, And winning

on christmas
Take me back a couple years them the days im really missin
Tried poppin this x but it put me in my feelings
I remember late nights just starin

grand
A new baby's comin', we don't know by whose hand
Van full of teens broke down near the road
This Christmas will be the best – our bellies 'll

The Winter of the Long Hot Summer

The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy

Hypocrisy Is the Greatest Luxury

1992

billion a day is what we spent
And our grandchildren will pay for it 'til the end
When schools are unfunded
And kids don't get their diplomas
They get

the Green Park arcades, and downhill to the river, sifting through glass-fronted boutiques, leaving for Metroland and the Christmas break. I listened because

on Christmas day
What was there to see……………..

It WAS a new, electric guitar
Underneath the tree

It WAS a new, electric guitar
Underneath the tree

you’re in a bad mood
I’d quit being such a Scrooge
No there ain’t no fat man
Flying on his sleigh
Ain’t no tiny reindeer
Coming on Christmas Day
Baby it’s

Fam (Members Only)

GZA

Legend of the Liquid Sword

2002

of that brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from back in the days
with the Christmas for haze
on my back,

by tip
I was twelve years old working a ten hour shift
I told my dad, what do I do but I needed the money
He said, son, ain't nobody gonna give you

She goes by Crazy Alice, old J.R. is her squeeze
On and off high school sweethearts
It's been about twelve years since that graduation day
They'll

must do
The way the must go
The work they must do
Able men that fear God
Men of truth
Hating covetousness
Teach dem the rule to govern di school

Sleepless nights and pillow fights
Late night walks and pillow talks

I'm tired of thinking by myself, again
But trying and failing go hand in hand

Peace to my late nigga Henny I love him and miss him
And days when we grew up as children
Where I was a regular civilian and chasing on woman
Days

I put the locket that you gave me in a shoebox
With all my favorite high school pictures in a Ziploc
So when I think I'm by myself I know that I'm

young
You never really even know when your plates full

This life come at you quick
One day you in school

Then graduation'll come it really fuck up ya

to winter and winter into spring
I went off to school and I couldn't bring my pony
My show pony
But every first day of summer with blossoms on the trees
I

We were twelve years old
When we learned how the world is made
In high school halls you're no one at all till you fit in place 
Friendships were

side 
Swear that caught me by surprise 
Was going through it when my uncle died 
Till this day I still ain't cried 
2018 yeah I lost my mind 
So many

much
He's kinda weird, sits by himself at lunch
I feel sorry for the guy, I should get him something good
Something to show him the meaning of Christmas

I was abducted on a Monday morning
My captors were skinny and grey
Came to in a park, trousers down in the dark
I'd missed my school exam that day