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Black and white, no in-between
Is no way to live
Wanna be part of the scene
Well, winter is coming

I swear I'd never recognize you
Even if I stood beside

plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon

"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural

stood
Away from us
In your own room just a window
that's stained by the sun
When I begun and you were there

Where you're always looking
Out to nowhere

I

I feel the black Winter on my skin
The sun died in my hands
After every each my step, with Boreas winds
The sky became dark

The coasts are dead.

As long as I live I feel sure
I'll forever long to meet her
This planet a lonely keeper
Invention the sun
But in the awaited tower
She'll hand us A Vase

Come Back to the Streets

Chamillionaire

Ultimate Victory

2007

the coldest one
Put my hand in the air and I froze the sun
Got the platinum plaque, not the golden one
And I look at y'all like I told ya uhh
Been a boss,

Money on the floor bring money to the door

Dope in the attic got money on the floor
Money on the floor brings money to the door
If you ain't bout

of the trade,
It's a fade-out scene.
Under sun cause the black your shade.
This is all I see.
As the contract spreads to dream
Solid heat will find it clean.
So

fitted when visit and my fish filet 
Champagne  sleep In About an hour late 
I just wanna get away from the ghetto where Bullets 
Ricochet of a black man's

in the motor speed
Westside rollin' rich
Switch sides hold the clip
Certified for the crips
Learn to ride or you snitch
It's a code that we live by

A kind of drug manifested in my lungs when words I sung
Spoken into existence
Smoking on two sticks it's
Stoked by winds of change i embrace
A young black

blitzed to even shake it off, but I still got my head up
Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn and get my big black peter sucked
Pass the hay you

The Honey

Pimp C

Pimpalation

2006

Young girls poppin' cock out in Alabama ('bama!)
I seen it all from the pimps and the tricks (tricks!)
The real live boys, opening the pussy stores

Dance While the Sky Crashes Down

Jason Webley

Against the Night

1999

The flowers by your bed are wilting. 
The sun is setting in the west. 
A fog is covering your eyes, 
Your stockings are attracting flies, 
Decay

In the heart of the west, if you live by the law of the land
When you wear the badge, they say, you're a lonesome man
I had one eye on the door,

all around me
Blurred days of strife
Have ever surrounded me
I fuel my craft
Fueled by my emotions
I live through days of woe
To find my black soul

The Rough Side of Town (South Side)

Organized Konfusion

Basic Beats Sampler

1992

They crushed him snuffed the life all out of his body 
He had friends a Benz with rims by Gotti 
Guys wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him

The Rough Side of Town

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

1991

They crushed him, snuffed the life all out of his body
He had friends, a Benz with rims by Gotti

Guys wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him

in the sun
And our lives seem to end just before they've begun
It's not right, that's not right
And the tragic old story of how we both passed
How you

I looked out across the river today.
Saw a city  in the fog and an old church town where the seagulls play.
Saw the sad shire horses walking home

to let rest a deed


Oklahoma was rich with the stench of black oil

And the men who came there to drill

In the sun baked clay of Indian lands

There, in

“They say the Man in Black died of heartbreak
All I’m feeling is remorse for all my mistakes.”

I feel my bones dwell beneath my skin
No time for

glues to the inner veins of the lungs
And it grows it grows, when it's finally done
It has ripped out your throat to stare at the sun
And evaporate

mind
And I left the black hole, feeling colorblind, my design, hype prototype, molly in the attic
You're a mad scientist, past the mosh pit, slam dance