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to my students
Purpose redefined
The gold inside my soul was getting tarnished now it's all refined
Told gang in this chapter it's a must he read between

purpose
Shall not weigh down anyone else

Calls I no longer can ignore
For my land, for myself

A moment before I've gone
I will grieve this life that I

fucking sense
Cus their mind is filled with death
"Did this out of defense"
You saw he was black and took it for a threat
Remind me that you're a shit

ik dat ik ook ging mama
Maar mijn purpose is nog niet gedaan,maak je geen zorgen mama

0 procent winstbelasting zet ik het in bahamas
Ben niet met die

power, so respect I do demand
Today you my hater but tomorrow you my fan
Make it make sense, I don't know if you can
So, I keep on writin'
I stay on quiet

it, uh
I want to break it, uh
What is your love like?
Is your mind, right?
I like your sense of humor
I like that you are kind
Will you break my heart?

All you have to pay is attention
Could be expensive
Depending on how dull ya senses
Have become, the begotten sun
& there is only one
After me there

but I'm still determined
Big flex I know I did it on purpose
I hear em talking that non sense dolla bills all on my conscience
Really the goat to be

have a purpose
Put this to rest
Yeah, make sure I go to rest
I am going straight down
I just wanna sit down
I just wanna feel loud
You know that's a fib

circus 
Oh this circus that I call my home
And these kids
They're not friendly
There's a purpose moving forward
We're hungry
We've slept out in

the slimmest sense of sincerity
Quit playin', give me my shit, then I'm dippin'
Skate on some beats and make eight digits
Hey, you said to go figure
Cause I'm

on the couch
And fuck my nostrils and my sense of smell, I breathe through my mouth
Don't give a fuck about seeing bitch, fuck my eyes
Fuck visual perception,

above the building tops.

I couldn't be the only set of eyes on them, but it often seems that way.

Lately, I'm feeling mocked by their purpose. I keep

A digital world without a purpose.
Consciousness sinks under the surface,
Nothing makes sense, and it makes you nervous,

Artificially worthless,
What did you

Fuckin' that bitch like the hoe got a purpose
Don't call me slime, I don't hang with the serpents
Please stop twitchin', you're makin' me nervous

Axel Off

Apartment 26

Music for the Massive

2004

the one I lean toward.
Gonna get it right
You're the one I lean toward.

What kind of purpose do you have?
I never meant to make you mad
Just try to be

can call us some misfits 

There's a reason why this world will never make sense for a believer 
People living for their flesh we stay killing it like

to all of me Deep on the inside
Take you under the surface
Give you love with a purpose
We can escape to a place where we don't have to sacrifice
Make

You got Easter Sunday in your eyes

And I apologize if I seem a little overwhelmed
I'm thirsty, but the holy keep on pissing in my well
I had a purpose

can't
Bury with a shovel
I tried to make sense of this
And often side is sensitive
Fuck em if they don't like it
Cause it's how some people deal with it

purpose
Your spectacle of actions
Is the tell tale of my visions
Oh now I, see it clear
You wish to be relieved
Of all fear
Don't worry yourself
Prepare

the soldiers the workers
The young men trynna to be good to find purpose in a world
Telling you to be strong or else you're worthless
It hurts that we've brought

in the worth, in the purpose
Found resurgence and it hurt
I'm up in (?) just a burger
I'm on the verge of cutting through and breakin' curses
With

a kite
Reminding myself I'm still alive
Try not to panic every night
One, two, three, four, five

Now I've run out of my senses
I'm a sittin' duck,