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mind
I ain't playing you better duck (uh)
Pray that I don't reach my prime, can't persuade or reverse this time
What you call luck?
I came a long way

The Kingdom

Edguy

Kingdom of Madness

1997

to the circle of those who know their way
Welcome to those who've realized their needs
Who don't need fear to pray and betray

But they don't accept us living

Esther

Sara Groves

The Other Side of Something

2004

Esther has 2.4 million children
She writes us and asks us to pray for them all

She's compelled, she's compelled by what she's seen
And she tells us,

What About Us

Mr. Bigg

Only If U Knew

2000

selling that yae
They hate to see a young black nigga trying to get paid
Get on the phone, call my mama and my lawyer
And tell all them hoes, I'm fuckin

(That's the sound, that's the sound)
That's the sound when we slidin'
On them fuck niggas
Got crossed out by my kin, I got trust issues
(For real) and you

Demon Killa

Gospel Gangstaz

Do or Die

Satan is not by himself. And then at times we only say "Satan I bind you" but we must now say "Satan I bind you, I bind your angelic race, and I bind your

lookin for that toppy when im bored
love me long time, suck my soul and im restored
i hope that ass real, i bow my head and pray to the lord
you can put

a Porsche My jays got extorted
Then times got harder My moms couldn’t afford it
It was showers in the dark When we was sleeping in the car
Bitch I thought I

In the days when I was young 
Going out, having fun 
There's a place I used to know 
Where I never more can go 

A little house in the valley 
Where

or over beats, it depends
Because time done molded this boy into a man
Hatchback'n all through your city like my first name was Stan
Then "Shoot the 5"

cheddar 
Hard body boy soft as feather 
I gotta pray and stay away from the devil 
Young nigga just seventeen
He was tryna get it by any means 
Then

with depression 
Not to mention
Plus the roses in my old living room 
Got the crown of thorns in my Dad's old liquor room 
Cause when I pray for him hit

To many diamonds ni**as we ain’t ever know the price
Told em pussy ni**as I ain’t ever got the time no
You should know
You should know
Imma do it for my

drivin’ so fast, have my foot on the gas and I pray I don’t crash it
(You)
You never work for your cash and it’s makin’ me laugh when you mad you don’t have

VERSE

This IS the story of a young boy 
who wants to leave home and grow and rise ABOVE 
he wants to know what's beyond the sea 
And come back one

karma back in the days
Cause I ain't ever pray
I ain't with the trickery
Don't t be trying to get at us
Beat you til my hands turn
Roast and grabbing

responsibilities
Just caught up in my bubble of memories reminiscing
The times you saw your crush and barely spoke a single sentence
Years gone by, some are names

their flow crap
I turn these youngs to ash, when a runt get gassed, then a runt get slapped
Fuckin put a punk in casket, if he trying to fuck with

Have you ever had a dream that had seemed way too big to achieve it?
And did you fold with the pressure or fit to the mold?
Were you supported by

click and toke just to get by.. I got

HOOK
I got bills to pay
what more can I say
I got more problems than the average
it's fucked up the got us living

though I fell in love with grinding, I let go of the thought thinking that someone will sign me, I'll probably have it figured by the time that they find

the prod
Fuck time, like Christopher Walken
Walking crooked on the line, while the nypd be snortin
Contorting around the beat
Abortion clinics protect

young nigga
Ollies on my deck
Speedin in the i8
Pray I don't wreck
Gotta cold heart
Gotta keep it on patek
Now my wrist froze
Call that icey patek
I'm

To another place
Running on the streets
Like a renegade
Time well spent in
and out the maze
Same s***
Different day
What's next? (next, next)
Say you my