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collateral of war
You ever whip college tuition in a pot before
I was a ghetto heathen
Rolling dice across the cement
So enticed with street life mom stayed

Then Till Now

Bliss N Eso

Day of the Dog

2006

what gets me by, in my life

From a major label deal, to bustin' on the street
Knowing souls were for sale, when I'm fuckin' with these beats

out that I got something
See I'm fueled by the faith of believers
Say my name in the mirror 'til you see me
Right behind you with the hook or a cleaver

Jazz and blues and folk and reggae
They were forged in fire and flames
The shimmering strength of the human soul
Can smash the bonds of all these chains

think they saved it for the best 

Don't get attached to me
In fact attaching limbs is one of my specialities
No defendinga against these nen strings,

this pussy eats
Got my fly local strange from the back alley streets
Feeling kinda peckish might suckle on ya teats
Been a real good boy and these ladies

a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or I'd crawl to you baby and I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty like a dog in heat
And I'd claw

cause they're tryin ruin my master plan 
I guess I missed Something, needed certain role models 
Blinded by the streets so I was drinking 40 bottles 
Lost

some dope cut, these niggas junkies
Ayy (They junkies)
I'll spin again like a flunkie, ayy
(Like a flunkie) catch an opp
Put a hole in his head like

type
Facebook gangstas
This that new street life
Gotta be witty with the words
Or get killed by a like
I put that on my life
Dese niggas ridin all night

her self-worth
Couldn't get the man to look twice
Even though she ain't got no bra and them titties bounce as she walk by
Can't even focus in the store

never met a bitch like me
I reign supreme, never been average
Better check my pedigree
Keep a gun tucked in my waistline
More than ass up in these jeans

had my first kid i was 23
I was gone run move to Tennessee
But fucked it i got back up in da streets
I got back to hanging with Bobby King
My cousin

Cuz I'm in a league of my own and the only competition i see is me
People i thought were my brothers have stepped over me like a street
Stampede
I drive

Mama's weepin
Drunk fathers
Kickin', beatin',
ambulance
In the streets at 3AM
Every weekend

Ghetto insomnia

At 14 years old
The child made a decision

seeing straight through
I was playing around in these streets like I didn't have nothing to lose
How are you, where were you when you first heard the news

Stay In endzone looking for a touchdown
Tell a hating ass nigga get off me
Streets talking cuz y'all pillow
Talkin' pouring out liquor
That's what It

and every way
With every word I say, I'ma spray
'Cause I'm spitting, matter of fact
I'm hocking loogies, I'm pretty groovy
While these other dudes is
Fruity

It's the dude on the track that make these niggas think twice
Cock back the lyrical hammer and make these triggas blink life
But the eyes stay closed

and memories jostled by the chain of events
From battling with my ego, to my suicidal wishes
To street living and walking on bare feet
Remembering the days when

In mouth no cavity’s fuck wit me its a tragedy 
Sorry but it just had to be lost my brother I hate the street 
Moma always be mad at me 
Face a wood

Black butterfly
Black butterfly I’m a black butterfly
Black butterfly

I rap for the kids in the streets who got nothing to eat
I rap for the priest

brothers
Yea you gotta hold each other
Stay alive for all your mothers
Only one life, you don't get another
Gotta stay safe on the streets
These opps are

Who can I run to when I can't jog in the streets?

Who can I run to when I can't trust police?

Who gon' cool me off when I start feelin' the heat?