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Miller still alive.
Yeah I left my 9-5, I'm committed to the tribe
Quit fibbing with these lies
People keep it hidden in disguise
Seen what I've comprised

I've lost friends to money
Some lost themselves to fame
But see this is all real not a fake ordeal
We are defined through life by how we choose to deal

If I ever fall
Better believe
I rise like a Phoenix
Start to break down then I’m picking up pieces
Searchin for peace
When surrounded by demons
Small

If I ever fall
Better believe
I rise like a Phoenix
Start to break down then I’m picking up pieces
Searchin for peace
When surrounded by demons
Small

kitchen shifters
Cause people turn they back then they wear tshirts wit cha picture
Smoke up all ya wood throw what's left of you in the chipper
Seen niggas

I come from Memphis stuck off in the trenches, im dodging the shakers jumping over fences.
I sin on the daily praying for forgiveness, do dirt by

out of the way yeah
Know he gone make something shake yeah
He never left me alone yeah
Tried to do life on my own yeah
Was headed off now we on yeah

Yeah doing all this everyday every night without rest
I don't believe in breaks just listen and feel for real
Working by my own working to get dough

hope you feel good
If I died tomorrow, want you to know you're invincible
Conquering your mountains, fountains of wealth and principle
You'll last

Flooded out of the downtown core
Low rise hotel room damaged by the smoke of cigars
Broken bottles line the hallway floor
I drank all the champaign

mask
Now when I wonder why
He's like "glad you asked"
Life takes you by surprise
But I've got your back
So when the fear starts to rise
Know that those

We're reading by the window
Sunday afternoon
Steam rises from your coffee
Rain sounds on the roof

A neighbor's singing Springsteen
Can hear him

ugly
Even good people have bad intentions - yeah I've been fucked B.
By everyone I've ever trusted - I've even roughed a couple fluffs G
The past is past

leaders
With that
Good Jesus
In the bass
Buddha
In the tweeters
Prophesies
Of the profits
They can't
Repeat it

Can't beat it 
Billie Jean it
Nor recognize

You know to who it may concern
Niggas left me to burn
It’s all good though
Sure is cloudy today
Let me showem how we do this
Look
To who it may

front of festival crowds
The mic and the music's all that's left of him now
As he stands naked and bare, he's taken it there
His heart's on the page,

to your boulevard, go hard, drop the pin to your dry location
Never been playing, fuck what you saying
Cause everything you do once you rise is hating
You

leaders
With that
Good Jesus
In the bass
Buddha
In the tweeters
Prophesies
Of the profits
They can't
Repeat it

Can't beat it 
Billie Jean it
Nor recognize

themselves every time
And trust me when I say I came a long way
Even when I left the trenches
Coulda went the wrong way
Even when I went back to'em
Thank

I been on my villain shit nobody care bout my feelings
So I done dead that shit how I been dealing
I just been taking it day by day ducking the news

This is a poem written by Arnold
Mzimba, written to voice the depression depressing the born- depressed kids in the Streets
Graveyards and in prison

and save me from this heavy load
I'm depressed don't be Surprised
Nothings left and I can not rise
I thought I knew what it be like
Growin' up and you full

Ball so hard make it hot like July
Don't need no fake bitch by your side
Watch me throw it back
Pour it up
Dutty wine
Hoes on the left
Hoes on the right

felt like a coupe
And the sunroof was good for the boof
That Impala was tough on my loot
I'm a Rasta, proclaimed by my roots
Pussy boy wanna brag 'cause