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to stop
You think you got ya homies
But yo friends left you to rot
Yo, yo, yo, yo
My raps got the attack to get you mopped up and shot up
Beefing with me

If you're sad and lonesome, buddy
If you need a friend
If she took your heart and you can't get it back again
Come and follow me
And nobody goes

with the fo'-fo'|Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa|Fuck rap, coke by the boatload|Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed|Left

Whenever you're here
The world disappears
I feel like we could be more than just friends
Whenever you smile
I freeze for a while
It Seems like all my

How many minutes shall we wait?
How many hours have passed by.
How many days we have to sit around and watch the time go by.
How many friends we have


music a distraction 
books I would not read

Friends? 
Forget it. 
Calls unanswered
knocks ignored
I'd be too enthralled by it all

Beautiful. 

Breaking

work
But you sink or you swim

I'm wondering what's next
Not sure what's right or left
Take it day by day I try
Still I never get it right

And I can feel the momentum
Of the world passing by
Passing by
All the lines speeding right past my eyes
I'm trapped in brick and mortar
They all

beautiful I'm captured by your intellect
Still wake up in the morning reaching for you like you never left
Adore you like I always said
Words that I always

didn't call bush's bluff
We live by the pen, and die by the gun
Any records kept must be expunged
People filled with hate, what happened to love
We want it

dim
We 'tek losses but we still 'ah win 
Dem 'nah see we light dim
We 'tek losses but we still 'ah win 

This is for my strugglers on the grind
Daily

chilling on Facetime
Always laying on the same side of the bed
By the bed
Told me she love me
I just push it to the back of my head
We be playing rough
It's

By Tuesday my friends I'll be homeless again
Poverty is not a crime, but it'll be hard to prove by then
Can I stay with you, will you stay with me

We're going to Key West
The drive's been alright
Abodes of vessels sweeping by
The best of friends aside
Now that I think I doubt it
If I've said it

are still my best friends
You are not but someone else…
Someone else’s reflection
Reflection of what can’t be
Can’t be true these Acrid Arts
Every day

money and then go to bed
With the wife of their only friend
Ev'ry little thing you do is destroyed
By that weirdo government

And what about education?

friends think if they knew too
The lipstick stains
Stuck on the glass panes
Were notes left there by you
I know I can't say
I'm glad that you came
But what

I wasn't sure about the way you left last time
I spoke to all your friends you told to say you're doing fine
I know I said that I trusted you
But not

Everything is like a patterned day
When your life is tampered by a head
Everything is like a patterned day
And you cannot find a way, then you're

again 
Sit back and have a beer with my old friend
Go back in time and shoot the shit again
Why'd you have to go so soon

Our history is all messed up, we have two "mothers"
One left, one is a bitch, she is much younger
In this tiny places we line one by one like a duck

He was living at his mama's
He had a born to lose' tattoo
He was friends with every waitress 
at the Yellow Rose Saloon
When he held me in his arms

the silent sympathies of my friends
Knowing I'm not ever gonna see you again
Or even ask you why

Even if I'm dying, begging inside
Won't let that satisfy you

At a art studio in Bed-Stuy
Left U.S. spies with Colombian neckties
Cement 5's Life sped by Get high
Last Jedi red eye death cry
Let my spirit and the beat