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me down by the measure
Hope that your ready
Cause I am and I'm down for whatever
Imagine me and you 
Doing what we came to do
Now let's get to it

taking dubs
Never never settle for another bet
This is my feature
I ain't ever gonna stop
I'm on my own way
Surfing up to the top
I don't need a spot
Sick

of the past
Are reminders of a life and days gone by so fast
It's gonna be alright
It'll be okay
You'll find your own way

Can't you see that you are so amazing

asleep
Boi, I go in a sweet tea
Then, boil your pieces like some pecans

Kawasaki bike-riding
Light got me sneezing
Eyeing my floaters right
Making more

of the way to wrap my tongue around it
I fill the void with waste and set on fire  	
I bet we’re cursed by whoever is in charge of it
This elusive reasoning,

Crash and burn
My womb
Fleshy and sweet
So fit to carry a baby
But this body
Was not made by, or for me
A victim to your own fucking fragility

But I turn to you and you turned out the same all gray in your face, standing there with a cane
But you sound so sweet when you still sing my name

A rush I'm flushed, my brain just sings
A velcro trap, for my sweet amphetamine
A race I crave, all ducks in a row
Way out of line and now it will

In seasons sweet when peace is found
And joys of life are all around
May we, His children, blessed and free
Never forget, nor fail to see
That we are

Stalker

7L & Esoteric

Dangerous Connection

2002

of dressin'
Strange way of makin' a, good first impression
Memphis only jacket, unidentified packet
Sunglasses, jeans wash was acid, newspaper in the back
I

down
Tried to love, tried to hate, tried my best
To appreciate the way the days fade by
I find it harder and harder the smarter you are
The farther am I

St Christopher

Jamie T.

Sticks 'N' Stones

2009

that his father used to own
And when he hits the bottle it definitely shows
He's a Machiavellian in a rebellion
I wish I could see, I would so follow

the death
Grab her by the waist then pull her in 
First I get consent then do my dance 
Roll the dice all day I take a chance
Keep a blick or blade for

hypoglycemic
Do it for your own meaning
They gon hate either way for no reason
Throwing salt just to season
Like my ex girl im finna leave em
They gonna hate you

In my bag, sis I’m the truth sis- thought you knew this
I do not fuck w broke hoes yeah I’m bougie
Gotta get it on my own cuz these niggas useless

Sweet Saturday nights
When I’m with you
It’s a vacation
Say she down to ride
Get on top and drive me crazy
Times like this
I can’t help but reminisce

So sick n triеd of lies
I was yours and you were minе
cll that tasted so sweet
Like my memories
Naked so divine
Gold necklace you defined
Just take

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She walks in here like she owns the place
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Only Your Life

Bavu Blakes

Create & Hustle

2002

back tears
Threw back beers and shots at the bar
Hopped in the car, killed all of the fear
By leavin' here
His father had his own issues, torment too

throwing up weight
I can't wait to see yo face lil boy I ain't come to play
Get out the way no casanova talking tough to play possum
Where's your honor
By my

Tourniquet Girl

With Dead Hands Rising

Behind Inquisition

from your own devastation.
With no compassion inside.
The mind and heart will whither.
To dust.
Resin.
Marrow.
I hope your happy this way.

Got me sayin 
It's alright 

Some things never come your way
You get on by from day to day 
cin't no escapin
I got fleas running up my neck
cnd down my

at the end of the day.
Then they closed down the factory.
That was two years in May.

Now the porch light ain’t burning at the place we called our own

This is the way
Revealing my own stage
It's my business
I'll do it my own way

So what? Enough with all the nonsense stop
No need for more