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served by beautiful women
And listen, I know that's on me for the way I'm livin
I'm sorry I'm committed to whatever gives me attention
To whatever makes me

Sweet Mary

Chris Velan

It's Not What You Think

2003

It was the year of our father
Nineteen-hundred and seventy-six in JA
When I first met my Mary, quite contrary to what
My mother did say
She was

take them for granted hear what me say they got a hard job me say it nah easy with their help say it's all gonna be okay them are the unsung heroes in ah

world
What my father told me (what else)

I ain't believe em
Till I got to notice
That's some niggas died
Almost everyday (everyday)

So I pray to god

touch
Could end up in prison, or do it by the book and clean your hands up
Fuck you mean, dirty money keeps me clean, my bands up
Loud money throwing

So let me take y'all back
Lessons taught through rap
My nigga Jack for confidential purposes of the story
Born in the motherland with bigger dreams

to get the sack
We adding up numbers Trying to make sure we wealthy
How you want to eat off my plate but ain't never try help me
Niggas ain't never try

unaware of what had happened. They asked if they could stay with me. And I remember as my father took a step towards my threshold, he stumbled. And I could

You could lose it any second 
How I deal with all this pressure? 
Keep my family so precious
 
cnd this gun up on my dresser 
That helps me sleep better

everlasting memories that flow have been by my side 
They keep me strong and keep me going and give me my pride 


When will I ever feel the same way I did

call is Ba'al ( is vile )
At the right time
I that needed it
The father sent me
His sacred word ( serious words )
Ever since then
I been speaking up
Like

father's apartment
I offered a hard dick
She took it, I finished and left
Happy that's a piece of pussy I didn't regret
Ain't nobody since of me yet
My

now I know the Zechus, responsibility 
Vehachai Yiten cl Libo
It's all up to me
Whispered in the story that we share
Won't let these moments pass me by

as hell, uh yeah
Now I'm up like the sun
I know this shit just begun
Writing verses just day by day, use the pen to help clear the mind
Mama said just keep

the hand that feeds me

Hi Ren
I've been taking some time to be distant
I've been taking some time to be still
I've been taking some time to be by

Yeah
This is the story
Seems like it was yesterday
Take me back to seventh grade
Sipping lemonade in the shade
With the girl I would persuade

feel like Michael Felps
had to learn a lot of shit on my own, ain't have no father to help me out
I know some niggas who got my back and that's some shit

tables just to relieve her mind of what my father did 
Do you understand what is happening 
A broken home, lovers fighting
Mother tried to comfort me by

by candle light drawing circles around a pentagram
Fuck with me, I'm hermit wise, my body found in Amsterdam
Creativity reinvented, dispel every sin

down to his socks like a runway (uh)
Coulda been caught in gunplay
But the Father got me like a child
Flesh wanna beat him but my spirit like
Pow (wow)

said by people who never amount to shit
Just won't the best for everybody that encountered me
Put a smile on everyone that used to frown at me
I've

guess that I be hopeing secretly
Youd forget to break my heart n help shit beat for me (damn)
So imma love you til you love me right
N This is what my

hands tatted on me
They say the body's a temple
Mine built like the pyramids
Life fresh like spearmint
Heard I was riding with my Father but can't devil

money smart that's Pennywise You niggas clowning like that's it
I had to get it on my own my father's speeches didn't stick
Tried to put me out the house