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the suicide takes it all away
Its okay ive been in your shoes
Born to lose
But i got my foot lose
Avoiding the noose
Now i come in with the truth
But y'all
Hate

I am not just a kid
But a kid with a mission
This story is about everything I've seen
Everything I've endured
And i hope by the end you love K.W.A.M

to my cousin Mark He went by young me
I got to shot my grand daddy out cause that's a real OG
Ask around the city everybody knows Freddie Lee
And they

make amends with you
And maybe dance with you
Now this goes out to all my people that I've known since I was young
And maybe to them friends that I've

And ain’t trying to sell my soul boy
For the fame and the money in the game
I do this by myself
Even though I fall I don’t cares I will try it again
And I

laughing.
Sweet mother of a God and holy Lord.
So many words. No sense. Mind-roam.
I’m not too young. I’m not too old. 
I’m just that age to lose my home.

I offended
I lose my way that be why I never want a friendship
But spreading love is opportunity by your Next king
Yeah yeah that's the fact my

Light recognize light, real recognize real
Birds of feather, they flock together
I'm blessed by association
And thus surround myself with great men

Lovely Daze/Memory Lane

Jim Jones

On My Way to Church

2004

way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah),

homicide
Young bodies at the coroner
True-born leaders and the followers
Streets with the cameras
Action lights when the freaks
Come out at night 5-0 they

born to retort 

But informed and ignored 

Too long to get by 

With the same silly force 

Had to make my mark 

With the help of my smarts

Wrote

gotta get back to this music
Y'all niggas rap about bitch we live it and we do this
I was born with this gift ain't no way imma lose it
Got it from

Winniers never lose I'm just tryna see if u lost nigga
Make a 50k just to show u who really boss nigga
I done seen da street it's so hard to try n

influence
Comparing Gates to Larry Hoover
Forced to borrow soap and clothes
Wasn't born rich
Nine scoring fit's, foreign whips
And a foreign bitch
Restarted

right at the T, they claim it's they  block

I was way too young to know that every day I lay by Clay Rock
No two uncles got they fame just cause they

say whats up to a young loc
Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats
But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't fearin' ya
I remember back when ate in

came from the dirt getting them bands 
Niggas is hating and i know it hurt but i cant defend yah
I'm on a wave just like i surf i was born by the sand

mind

Simple facts, complex execution
Blinded by illusion, for the need of the inclusion
Briel, was the name of my younger self
Wide-eyed young nigga

so strong, so strong, mighty strong

Stricken by that mighty mite
Justify all rule books in their mind
I feel the most important time
Will be gone

Chuy worked the coalmine in the town where he was born.
cnd he asked for Margarita's hand when he came home from war.
They closed the mines in ‘50

Tools,
I will not lose, paying my dues while I'm paying myself, 
Flaming these booths not sorry for the mics that I melt,
500 for the belt, 200 for

ain' gone choose her
I cannot teach this shit I was born wit it yeen gone find it cause ain' gone lose it
Had me crown hand me dusse ain' gone find

You do the less you can
I get a workout in, you let a perc set in
I get some more sets in
You get to bed by ten
We get more work by ten
We get more life

wish
Now I'm just stuck with a bunch of monsters
And the only way out is by shooting the shit
I've won me too many adventures, I'm waiting for problems