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I still remember how I felt when they said he passed away
Tears in my eyes cried many nights I mourned him every day
So I got his name it's on my face

on the plug and cut him up
Take a hundred bands and load it up in the trunk, uh
Cut after cut after cut
He took the cut of pay and pumped a slug in my gut
I

cooler
He keep trying convince me he a gunner I'm like who you fooling
I'm from Baltimore shag with my dogs but i ain't talking Scooby
I'm on a collect

understand that do not make me half of me
Was 17, eyes had a gleam. now everything is grey
Except these songs I made
Time go by and friendships fade
Lost

was wrong 

Spent years in a cage no telling I fade it I’m one of the bravest I’m wiping the tears off my face 
These niggas be telling I’m telling ya

My Life

Manafest

My Own Thing

2003

my father in the bottom of the basement
My mothers covered in tears her face filling with fear
Bang's on the floor shout's to God why am I are hear

to hear a kitten trifecta
Like the trinity respect da
Flow 
Cause she saved Neo 
Welcome to the new me
Not gloomy so sue me
Got the zoomies with my rumi-s

exercise or maneuvering,
I'm cool with Ace Tre and Hoover man, In all blue like the Cooper Band,
 
I'm like, aww dude why you movin' plans, I'm a businessman

What's a rear
I ask myself as I recline and allow Jesus to steer
He's in control
Why should I care if I get hate when my peers
Cheers enough to bring

narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her

side, Not even eye to eyes
I just get idolized, By some I despise
Over some principles that I abide
YEAH
I been my bag
Say
Bet the bank these niggas won't

a bitch out the crib if she frontin
With this emo hoe and she buggin

I got money i know that its comin
5 bands and your homie get hurt
5 bands and that

a connection?
Everyone just wants to hear
How good I'm doing
So they can go on Partying
I'm Drunk
No need for a blind fold
I'm driving with my eyes closed
Its my

the nettles and steam 
Was soon torn by my brother's plaintive cries
The poor little nipper caught his dong in his zipper
He was dancing with tears in his eyes

But I'm afraid to close my eyes 
And have life pass me In a blink 
Good god this stinks 
I could have it all and want the kitchen sink
That is so spot

steer
I don't put my bitch designer shit that I don't wear
They know the plug just like my brother, they say I ain't fair
My eyes get red when I'm

So it's me me me as my vocals warm up
cs I breath deep, anxiety enormous
Coming at speed, no time to even warn us
my knees are weak, I collapse

the yearbook
Can't remember last time my eyes seen how a tear look
Oh shit! Mexican connect, wrist with big baguettes
Hopping out the van like, "SPAGHET!"

a poodle, sad but it's true though, hot like the roof on
Left me for dead, but it's cool though, flex with my suit on, putting my crew on

Put me through

talking ‘bout bands
I just hope that my son's in the Mumford's
Hope he don't lose his way
The apple don't fall too far
The designer's the future in every

safe
I got sick to my stomach
It Ain’t enough hunnids
I need more dead friends
I was ripping off bands
And I felt tears of joy
I was shaking they hands

we could get along
Once the pistols drawn
My dawg be saying fuck the other side 
It's up and stuck for life
But I can't blame him if he love to slide

able to break the band
Take off the chains of fear of death and take God's hand
And walk with him
Straight down the longest road
And the further he

It's this 1 thing that caught me slippin
It's this 1 thing that caught me slippin

He still know what it's like
The hunt hasn't yet passed him by