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she was chilling in her home
Murdered George Floyd he was trynna cash a check
Murdered Willie Brown found him hanging by his neck
Murdered Rayshard

know we throwing it down put the brown in the glass
I meditate feeling great when the days over
Levitate to escape cant relate sober
Scary as October,

They all forgot to warn him
Golden Brown
Too many limitations
You were not born
Into a silver spoon situation
It's kinda ironic
All I need is my chronic

Political Suicide

Pro-Pain

Contents Under Pressure

1996

Well it's 6 am at the white house
And the sun's just about to break
Gonna go for a run with the C.I.A
And talk shop with my boys in Kuwait
We got

East West Hustlers

Masters of Illusion

Masters of Illusion

2000

to the shop
Nigga FIX MY SHIT and run it by eight o'clock
Who she roll with, Clyde that down South Southern-ass drawer nigga
Yo tell him you with Clifton,

Voltron

T-Rock

Defcon 1: Lyrical Warfare

and knowledge, wisdom, truth, and religion
Overtaken by humility to keep my position
Through my life I had a lawless history
And I always maintain it with

Griff, bro
Disco glo... way outta yo reach
Like I'm sittin right next to the distro
Connected unaffected by a drought
Manufacture dope keep it comin out

Betrayed

Crips

Nationwide Rip Ridaz, Vol. 2: Betrayed

1998

a grand O
Laced on the team I guess that's why she call me daddy
Never thought this funky bitch will run her twist and try to have it
For the ki's I got

I swear it's set in stone
How can I be out here in my flesh and bone
I swear I don't wanna be 20 man I'm getting old
By this age I needed a million

side
Benji, oh boy oh boy

Benji oh boy, 
all the love in your big brown eyes I see
oh, won't you run boy, 
to the ends of the world 
to the ends

like a dragon
You can not even imagine
Yeah I'm saucin' by the gallon

Saucin' like a brown cow
You don't even know how
All the ladies go wow
This music

grab my hands
 
Went from Sweet Chick to No Fun
Daylight to no sun
Ironic when we work it out 
I tell her don't run
Bronx shit listening to Big Pun
I'm

and a stone cold face
Not even one inch is moving
Now it's proven, that you are gone

The four short legs that used to run
Can't be seen by anyone
You always

Snatch you, run you in lands sands Sahara
In the pit like the battle zone fiend 
Pimpin a theme respect king, keep it simple and clean 
Too much

the brown deers
I'm talking big bucks let's get this shit clear
My line a trampoline from cap to silver spring
Just tell me what you need, most def can get it

LETTER 2 GOD (backslider’s song)
LYRICS& MUSIC BY D Brown, D White, & A Wright for                  2015 WHAT TYME IS IT TUNES    
    

I’VE SPENT

Flash
Cuts a dash, looking back

The windows open and the heating on
The cold side of the pillow, summer, sun
His blue clothes, his wife’s legs
His brown

And sometimes it gets me fired up
By how much I love you
But what can I do
When you look at me
With those big brown eyes
Baby you,
Got me
You got me

I never

said you stupid 
why you  panic 
calm damn 
yes i'm foolish
black and bougee 
dark and brown 
that position 
on a mission 
top down 
how we stepping

hopelessly died
Killed by a man on the run
May your light shine
Brighter every day
While my shadow grows
Into someone else
Love is freedom
Love's the diamond

black 
Throw em in the sunken place and leave em where he at 
Juck and jive than you slide call it Stacey Dash  (Stacey Dash)
Run them reparations 
I need

Walter Scott, no gun in hand
Philando, Tamir, it never ends 
Racist cops, no appeal

We all let Charles Kinsey down
Shot by cops while on the ground
From

the stinking heat
The water on my skin feels cool and sweet
Some kids run around and throw up sand
But I'm so lost in your body so brown and tanned

These are

Come and ride with a South bay OG, 
A little skinny mother fucker from SD, 
Brown and proud so my government fears me
I'm defined by the character in me,