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HIS OWN FAMILY BRAND
BRENN HILL/RED CLIFFS PRESS MUSIC (BMI)

VERSE 1:
He throws his leg up over a well broken saddle
He looks head long across his

on and take my hand
I'm standing right here, you gotta hold on

Well, God bless your crooked little heart
St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken China

strong 
So many nations have been through tribulations 
Freedom fighters with music and song
Chanting reparation for the people we are the voice

it first hand, call it cdam's Creation-
Put my soul into this music, I've been making it great and,
Yes I live by concentration I've been loading my

skin)
My music slowed and my heart rasing
I found a new way to lead
Diving into the ocean within
And then you feel good (So good)
And you don't need no

a cardiac arrest

Take your bets what you rather gamble on?
So many shots from these niggas songs
By the time they go ahead release it airball
Shit I get down

up that song, 
Burnt out by the age of 5, 
But I got the drive yeaa,
Got a old head on my young body, but I ain't close to dying,
Everytime I hit

Ian write a song in a minute
All this shit be off the head
Word for word every sentence
I just let the fans say it
Fuck who don't feel me
Real niggas

CHORUS

Beautiful Michaela
Is how I say her name
The song that plays for her
In my heart
Always sounds the same
And it always says…….
Michaela
Angels 
Are

asked about
What I'm doing
I present facts so that
my mouth ain't the
Only thing moving

Heart of ice, I'm cooling
Pardon my views
Harsh by design

I make sense
The more that I'm ignored
The more that I make music
The less they hear my songs
The lesson here is long and nobody makes the time
Like

cry Bullets bout to bless a nigga leave em sanctified
I Tried to stay calm Im bout to blow like bomb So many soldiers in a grave Getting got by a gun Im

words to shift the balance of this lust
Feels like it ain't working at all what's the point of all these songs
If I'm the one to know by heart but I don't

troubled by the same
Caged up and suffering in chains
Trapped in a cage, write a track everyday
No respect for the fake, get back on the stage
7 days, 24

never go away
But I hope I can bring you some comfort through this song
I can see it in your eyes, girl
Your not alright, you can cry
I can see it in your

of thoughts 
that get wilder by the season 
Am I wrong 
For wanting freedom 
Rappin songs
Is my form of reaching
This is passion best believe it 
Burnin inside

the pollies but they matter
I Just care about my songs I make em louder
I go get it, I get it
I need the money, the digits
That’s why I’m making this feeling
So

Emerging out the scene
Where a lot of niggaz dream that they could be
Them three letters
NYC
The mecca of this genre of music they call rap
If you

Doc Music
GavEntetainment
When I walk I step correct
I reck minds with my presence
Keep ghost in check
With the anointing on my life I have nothing

be doing all this shit by myself
People listen to my music for help, happy they related to how I felt
I’m just singing what I got on my heart, really

I'm rockin shades cause you can see the pain in my eyes
I isolate cause by myself is when I feel aligned
I ain’t been alright
I hope somebody notice

oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself, you said: Well, never mind
We are ugly but we have the music
And you got away, didn't you, baby?
You

from the hundreds of eyes
I tried to give you my all
I tried to sing you an undying song
Then I was lost in you
The music turned untrue
The words all

slow me up
A whole shipment of keys is not dope enough
Transparent bars full of truth, I'm not just quoting stuff
Giving the world life music and not