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about the country that I’m living in
Lots of people dying who have not confessed there sins
People getting mistreated because of melanin
I’m just sick

Medically help you sleep longer, lessen your life expectancy
Mess with the recipe, your destined for death like a Kennedy

I'm in this bitch, I'll make it big

are the diamonds in the rough)

It's all love my man Mark, my man Rico
Glide, my man Tae, my man Zack
Slum Lordz 'til death i love you
(It's all for

good figures
From ganglands, where opps get pushed in wood chippers
Hold court in the streets, laws different from congress
Endorsed by another source

Ain't I
Something new to peruse
When you sick of being used by them dudes and
You know it gets better I know you get wetter
Pull to my pad December

of the saints
impaled heroes of the christians
the whoredom of the holy god
violation of the sacred love
miracle of sodomy
the memory of the body

tryna make my way
Make ways, make plays
So really its a couple
My girl know that I love her to death
But me and my ahh that's really Da couple
19, LB, 20

surrounded by this sulfur smell
Of death and it's old mother war
Falling bombs and nuclear force
But we don't stop
We will love
We will never give up
No War

By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they

By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they

fighting the good fight, been born again I can't die
Freedom
Walk by faith, not sight, Holy Ghost my guide, I've got freedom in Christ
I remember when I was

love)
Don't know what this is
(Don't know what this is)
Is this love
(Is this love)
Lose myself
Those starry eyes I swear will be the death of me
But you

Who wouldn't serve a God like this
Merciful. Everlasting love and kindness
Forever present, giving the ability to produce wealth, self enhancement

you
Right behind you, quick strike like cobra
Holes in jugular sick mind I told ya
Damage to my brain still they show love
To my insane rambles to me

Don't Look Down

The Divine Comedy

Promenade

1994

by
The couple in the car below
They wave to us and say hello
I think they understand
The way we're feeling

I don't need to say 'I love you'

Get Ya Gun

Cam'ron

Killa Season

2006

from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed 
By eighteen to twenty year olds
With homicide being the leading cause

The money coming in is cool
Throwing hundreds in the air
Draggin' on 'em in the booth

Yeah nigga I flex, yeah nigga I flex 
Sipping Fanta Mac' by

Victory 2004

The Notorious B.I.G.

Victory 2004

2004

it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug

Victory 2004

The Notorious B.I.G.

Bad Boy's 10th Anniversary: The Hits

2004

it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug

people say
I know they make me sick
If you fuck with me
Watch your motherfuckin back
Sick of playin around
Opportunities intact, BITCH

I fell in love with

you pick
'cause you'll pick a sick one every time
Just take a look at Lydia the Deathsiren
One look at her and wave bye, then
Ghostborn gonna treat ya

to me just the other day
That she didn't know if she'd ever break away from the thought
That the Christian love she's searching for comes only through

broke but I'ma be rich to death
Hundred dollar three five, bitch
I take rich-ass breaths
Christian Loubies hit for fourteen
I take rich-ass steps
Huh,

gettin' involved
With fictional images screaming the victory song
Ain't winning at all
But god forbid I see you judging me
Misery loves company
I dare