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live with myself
And I don't think this'll help
Cuz now I don't feel
Now I don't cry
Now I can't heal
Now I can't die
I ain't the same
Look in my eyes

speak
Shit fuck with my head, a nigga can't sleep
It's hard to crawl out when you waist deep
I ain't know how to swim when I was young
They threw me in

and yelled "I don’t want to live anymore”
Feeling like I’m a soldier who fights in the war

All I have to say the road was made by walking
Don’t keep it

Move It Over Here

Shyheim

Shyheim a/k/a the Rugged Child

1994

like consecutive blows to the head dome
Gotta keep em movin non-stop, gotta keep em movin, that's all I got to tell 
you
Just keep em movin)

Who Tells Your Story

The Roots

The Hamilton Mixtape

2016

(who lives who dies who tells your story?)
The earth, my name written in cursive on

Who lives
And who dies
Who holds on to all our lives
Time

my life but I can't die
Money on my head that you can't buy
You are not the plug you a damn lie
Acting like a thug but you can't lie
I'm in first class

at the bitches
Who were stuck on the stoop
And that would serve as proof of what
I knew as a fact y'all
That her head so big they should
Make her a brat don
Since

watched (By who?)
By red eyes In clouds
Rain, quench 
Earth, my birth was loud
I laugh in blood, now
I'm proud and tuff when I'm being watched
No control
I

Live at the Barbeque

Main Source

Breaking Atoms

1991

Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by

em out in traffic he couldn't look me in my face for shit
Wassup wit all dat woofin boii I knew you was a real bitch

Bullets coasting wit the wind

ever so sweet
The sirens in my head
Choking me up like a knee

And for what
Is the money not enough
That y'all gotta take our lives
Now you know we fed

I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's

Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more

in my pockets I walk with a limp (walk with a limp)
Shawty gon blow on da gang like she smoking some hemp
Stay wit dis 40 I shoot like Shawn kemp (woah

private, all of it
But we are not afforded
The luxury of privacy
Especially not at this time in our lives
I can feel my hand shaking as I grip
Onto the metal

necks we pressing them
Wit 40 Smiths we wetting them
Benz done got a bed in them
That shit be bouncing everywhere
Talking to my gang n'em
I'll gat you

help me close the World in Your generation"
Can't you see the fire in my Heart?
I have no defense
I'm not afraid to chase the dark
Or live without regret

Heading straight on in to the afterlife
I'm leaning to the left, I got my head in her lap
Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap
Where we ask no

ho
Said that hit kat
Short dress, head and that bizac
You know me with my thumb in my index
Nah, I ain't bloodin nigga
Pass blunts to my cousins nigga

And my exes wonder why I didn't let them know the thoughts in my head
Mumzy started over, with me and my sis, step dad tried a lil spell
But our Father

me the code
tell me the code you live by
oh yeah you better know
Jesus THE CODE we live by

MATIC
This my code
This might hit that wo
Make y'all

The music moves me
All that other shit is distracting
Can’t let it consume me
If this the outro by now it feels like you knew me
My ex used to say when I lie

New attempt, I was done being broke, flip an M for a win
Window tinted, I was so damn cold
Summer cruising in the whip
Going harder for a check, Shawn

just can't take it with us
I'd be in the silver city flexing, hanging with some women
That's not my main intention
Can't even think these days
I been

listen
Try to keep my head up, on my knees in the kitchen
But I just end up in a fetal position
Don't see any difference, alive or dead
Back then my only