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torch/
When the road forked, you chose the wrong one to cross, off course/
Lost in a sea of misery, degrees of torture/
And misfortune, gutted like a pork

I had a dream I was harassed by demons
They would kiss my ass if I ever get into Heaven
Now pick a number between six and seven
Whether you're

and winners

N**** no pretender no negotiating your surrender/And it go for the poor and the rich and the bi and the gay and the straight cross dressers

man I don't give a toss (I don't)
I'll firm that loss
Take it on the chin and turn to a boss
Haters faces looking all cross
Better lay down make way for

your ass up there's some rules that your not abiding by
Shoot those shells but it's near sheath when I'm driving by
It's all well, till you cross me in

I got no gifts for Christmas
We sold all our possessions, and lately I've been missing
Oblivion and Christian, but man I lost ambition
The cross on my

of lies
In this Soul of the mortal
Failed a hymnal praise of the poor in Spirit
And the soul walk of a hopeful child
Once wobbled
In the breathing space

heaven to earth)
You came from heaven to earth
(Looking for a poor soul like me)
So you can find me
(An immortal God became a mortal man)
My Savior Lord

outta Hell
I solved the riddle
First to cross the river both ways
Now you might not recognize me
I grew new talons and teeth
Clawed dog by dog up the food

the logic, all you did was live by it
You never carried the cross your equilibrium and balance is off
You never paid dues, somebody always paying the cost for

the coco butter
Peng black girl all know each other
Peng black girls pat they hair when it itch
Poor white girl didnt know no better

Peng

By the color

my belly
I've been putting weight on
Long nights followed by them Long days Homz
cll I do is Eat
I got Standards to meet. 
Prowling in these streets

Cross the motherfuckin' line like a razor blade
Pass before I get the grade
The way I'm gettin' faded you would think that I been gettin' paid

know I'm poor
Always got me coming back for more
Open the door for you every time
Shang Tsung on that girl, man that ass is mine
Between the lines?
Man

fiber custom spyder, helped you get that
I'm your labels custom writer, driving by ya in my own custom ride
With exotic chicks
That's a team of custom

can't find a job
Nobody understands
The illest cross over but I couldn't crossover from a boy to a man
 
Never really had a father he was caught in a jam

Piano Break, 33 A.D.

Sho Baraka

The Narrative

2016

been good to me
Okay, let me preach

The rich man wants more
The poor man wants your's
The oppressed want a peace of mind
The thief want a piece

from alive to dying
It's hard work living in this grown man skin
Poor only get cream when a grown man sin
Life dealt you a hand too heavy but if you

the poor, the working class core
Your a class trading motherfucking rich man's whore

'cuz it's a thin blue line between the love and the hate
If you so

Up in the cross you could see them

Bathed in the food lights of the hot takeaways

The MC was an old soldier,

Yeah you would laugh but you couldn't

10 tall as can be
Cross me get a hook sky like Kareem
Love me like the dope man when I'm pulling up
KD from 3 how I'm pulling up
Aye
You got to go for

Even on worse day I'm your biggest fan still
Tell the hoes to catch me outside
I'll console em like Dr Phil
Poor baby done got did in by lames
She can't

Is a rich man worth more than a poor man?
A stranger worth less than a friend?
Is a baby worth more than an old man?
Your beginning worth more than

Let this be a story about a man in this world
Tryna find his way in the land of the cursed
The devil on the throne, will God ever return
It don't