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It was cold the day they found you by the river
Broken dreams had turned to ice upon your cheek
It was cold the day I swore until my dying breath

and them scars
It’s the refer chiefer and not wiz Khalifa
I go hard take a breath I go hard for the ref
You don’t hear me bitches deaf hating niggas

by that which he wanted
Basking, in every passing glance was the sun
Glorious
Summer couldn't come fast enough
He perhaps was another story
And now

harder for her to breath
Not to mention pops with his diabetes it's honestly scarring for me to see
They been struggling with living since life was

a shit 'bout mine
Ask me if I wanna hang
Not sorry bitch but I decline
Surrounded by a swarm of fuckin' peasants with no fuckin' spine
I'm snippin' at your

Im expectin' you to stay since i done held you down
You got some shit you wanna say
You better tell me now
Don't wait til' im already dead and in da

We Were Gods

Jen Foster

The Underdogs

2005

Words by Jen Foster
Music by Jen Foster & Danny Torroll

Light the stars in your eyes
Quiet doubts in your mind
Follow me to the place where our

AIN’T GIVING ME GREYS
MATTER FACT HER LITTLE ASS GETTING GOOD GRADES
I WAS IN DENIAL AT FIRST, THAT I WAS LOSING MY HAIR
BUT AFTER A MINUTE NIGGA I DIDN’T

bop bop bop)
How do I survive hated by my own kind 
In the city where I know my enimigos gone die (braat)

Hook 2
Ayy, legendary (legendary)
I told you

Listlessly wander in sonder just another passerby
The path isn't yonder I wonder when this life will pass me by
Strangest encounters around us make

a place that always calms me down
Beyond the shuffle of the crowds
Where the lost can be found
I've been hiking in my boots
I've been searching for some

Pass by a studio from a hobby to an artist
Walking pass the hood like the motherfucking smartest 
They be watching me from a peephole , dumbest 
I’ll put

suffering
When I was down I was inhaling the breath of death
Tryna' do it by myself but man I had nothing left
I turned to God and he instilled me with

being cocky 
I got my bars up and got stocky
Nowadays there’s less action when compared to the talking
I like to coast on my own and save my breath by

Yeah I've been living in the present
But tomorrow's the gift
Spent most of my life thinking
You get what you give
Have some real ones with me

Where do I start you and me we was good nothing could tear us apart shootouts in parking lots shootouts up the block 
Someone got pop now we 
Running

Im back with a mission
I'm in the position
To make you listen and focus
On the words
That I'm straight dishing
Cutting beats in half you
Can call me

alive and well. A thirsty nigga will stick you up right by the well. Niggas die in hell. Enemies want to keep me hostage like chopper blades I propell.

a doctor,
Disconnected meditation, not an isolation,
I just need a sec, energies around us gettin' dark,
In this game, you gotta catch your breath,
People

brought me to many places, one would only dream to see
Flowing through mediums while riding ingenious weapons
A fortunate fools tale of numerous scares

a nightmare than a dream
Im quite scared suddenly
As i stare it comes back to me

In my sleep as i glare it frightens me
Knowing i can look awake while asleep

Intro:
What’s up, What’s up, What’s up
Ladies and gentlemen, I go by the name of Jon Harris
What’s up, What’s up, What’s up
Jon Harris on the come up

enjoying the vibe
So you can put ya hands up like u enjoyin a slide
Be Yaself, don’t be coy in the ride
Cuz me and you can hit a block like it’s a coin

not really mad at me deep down inside you all just hate yourselves
When my mother took that deep breath and pushed I was released from the gates of hell