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seemed aligned
I
Could always read just fine
Especially between the lines
I
Got no hate in my blood
It's just the way my spleen's designed
I'm
Made by

I don't know who sent you, but you're my lil mystery
We can never let none of this shit go, it's too much history
We on a roll, we gon' evolve
We

of this culture
Artists seen still as slaves, make 'em feel the rage
When I hit the page, watching everything you built decay
No concealing ways that'll

to Little Five,
Picnics by the Beltline,
Spending most of my time outside
cnything just to feel inspired 

Life is like a domino effect
I'm in and out
No I

Hold on hold on what is this about
Got the lean got the pills got the paper out
Stunting like you really know what you about
Glorifying bullshit

Step out, foot out, the door, on my way to ya
Yeah, guess who’s back in the streets (streets, streets) 
Yeah I’m back to keep the peace

That’s my job,

Scratch Off

Talib Kweli

Lucky 7

'bout our finances
Didn't no one give them to me, I was the one who finance us
Said fuck whoever doubted, that's when I took my chances
Feel strongly

around (uh huh)
Lets just start a function
If you feel down
Got my heart crumping
Like Chris Brown
If this what you want
Then please press pound
Let me

where this good went 
What happened to this good kid
Where'd he go 
Where this kid
Where he is? 
Uh
Who is this devil
Fuck with my mental
I am above hell

Bullied by himself and it's fucking up his life
Letting his anger out on the only who cared
Talking ugly 'bout life 'cause he has to take the stairs

I hope this shit ain't a game
'Cause I'm up 12 to none, yeah
I could use a blizzy
And a fifth of brown
Seem like I move better
When you not around
Who

a fight
Had a baby boy and they act just alike
It's been a long 4 years
I know the bond still tight
By the time these niggas feel me
We be in a different

been getting sleep
Been smoking swishers by the gram my girl ain't feeling that
This how I cope with all this pain
So you better deal with that
Cupid

You're telling me this
You're telling me that
You're telling me things that we ain't ever had
And with that you're just fucking with my head
Who am

when he hop in the Sedan
I go 80 on the dash, on my way to make some bands
It's a hybrid car but this shit still fast
In the past I had a Bimmer
89 Dirty

the window looking for revenge it's the
Count de Monte Cristo
I be counting money by the fistful, youngin'
You don't know what nothing
Bout this though,

Or dare to speak intelligent
People look at you like who the hell
You think you are better than
I’m better than no-one on this earth
And I know I’m not
But

she's not, I think I'm losing all hope
I gotta lean on the dope, only way I can cope
I always feind for this hoe, she make me feel like I'm home
Why you

of family
Gotta make a better man of me
I live in reality
Y'all live in a fantasy
I spent too much time thinkin' 'bout who is a better man than me
Now I'm

been trying to make this paper
Coz I'm the son who wants to look after his guardians

to adore
When you already drained all you could off of your goods
These hoes like some woodpeckers the way they crave some wood 
Say you'd do this, do that;

let 'em stop ya
It's a cold, hard way we livin
Can't out just me, and live to smoke a little
Watch my children grow a little
Get this money, escape

me so they was playing me
I rid the burdens that's what really lemme set my spirit free
And now they feel a way they said I changed that's the point

we make we're painting perfect pictures we don't need a canvas
Wasn't always like this I'm that kid who struggled with no talents
I've been putting in