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[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
a shrine.
The wind is drawing dead lines.
I'm standing in the middle of the withered field
And the wind is burning to ashes my flesh.
House fragments,
down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
this is real life to die youngs a honor, you get old you live twice, take my advice they got shooters in them hills y'all, run up over them bushes, watch
Ooh-ooh
My mama dead (my mama dead)
My grandmama dead (dead)
To keep it honest, I get depressed and be feelin' scared (sometimes, I)
You see, I
Bleeding incandescent streaks
Pasted by shattered eyes
Look harder and you'll see, it's sunny with lost despise
My hands
Are warm
And they're
wore prosthetic pants to the homecoming dance
And my homeboy leroy had legs made of bok choy
I ate him while we danced, loaned him my pants
Romance is
to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I's taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
Ghandi (uh-huh)
My bills of rights is to make sure you're alright
Superman left the gang, cause his weakness was Crips-tonight (bing)
Godfather got
meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my
I need money to feed my cat
The big flooffbal that lives in my flat
Yes she needs medication it's so sad
My flooffy lady I don't want her dead
If I
to this day is the whole truth
[Jolie Holland:]
Got up this morning
Didn't know right from wrong
[Sage:]
I heard her chemical romance was a medical
savage
Cannibal candid animal stranded in the middle
Of a mandible maze crazy crash landed
Back in the day beckoned black parade
Masquerade madness wrapped
In my bag now
Laying low
I got my people
By my back now
We watching out
We watching out
You cannot play now
They taking lives
They killing us all in
be alright (alright)
My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but
your mind like they did Kennedy's
Closed casket ghetto boys world where we
Make the murder bracket high shore taxes
High by the dead beat daddy’s
of many lives up to him
Atormented and used
Is what you feel
Weakness took over you
Abused by the beasts that you create
Your destiny is the hall of dead
of ignorance surrounding me and my constituents
Too many infected
Too many lives diminishing
Nobody say Protestants, Jews, Blacks, and Whites, Latinos and
Asians
for the dead, love is in the air, death is the aroma
Bring the parade, I give black rain, you'll just be a stain
Memories are priceless, you leave me
it hell for a hustler
This is how we ride
Not knowing if we'll live or die
Catch me rolling with my motherfucking guns on the side
In case
are supposed to meet on
It's a one-way dead end
Some of my best friends press send.
Where are the doughnuts you've been lost inside
Tow trucks
wasn't based she would still be alive
But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
Brothas takin' each other's lives
And goin' to REST
Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers
Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas'll
come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
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