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You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV

laughing to the bank 
3252 the keys to the safe 
call the arms, put this on your cameras
everybody this is for Los Angeles 
Stix helping the families

Ain't it crazy how the tables turned 
Everyday I'm grateful for the things that I earned 
Lessons learned, bridges burned, putting in the work now

and bumping Coltrane, uh
And I'm not crazy, nor naive, as you should know
If you hacking at my stems, how could I grow?
Driving with no pavement on the road

summer sun in the sky this is how we do Rocky Mountain high
Full tank of gas girls brew and grass hit the country roads we aint looking back
I need me

a flight
I don't want to die
Inside this fucking country
By myself
Committing suicide
I wanna be with family
How it was
Before that summer night
Before I

F’er when I’m spitting 

I Son and daughter rappers when I write  I’m a family guy this is peter griffin 


release my skills that’s flame
I always k i L

the world
Take a flight
I don't want to die
Inside this fucking country
By myself, committing suicide
I want to be with family
How it was
Before that summer

behind
'Cause I tell my testimonies, Testaverde (sixteen) times 
Uh, he was done without a dime
Youngest in the family, so come from out of crime
Came

some slack
I kill for my family, that shit is a fact

One time for the home down the Rez road
Two times for the crew in the city, though
Legend has

you live
And if you live by the gun then so be it
But don't chat about guns 24/7
As if you were in the World War
Don't get rude
I said don't get rude

come to your door
Five, six, draw for the blitz punches, kicks
We'll be outside about seven or eight
So it ain't bait
Nine, ten, draw for the skeng
Leave

him with the other six, that's seven man
Give me a medal man, Devilman, sekkle man
You'll get eaten
In a lyrical war I can't get beaten
'Cause my lyrics

shit for two but I gotta gap on em like 7 years
I'm surrounded by some niggas that show me the meaning of what family is
Like wassup with that, they our

here now
Even if you tell me how
Sometimes all you want to do is to complain
That's all right by me
Let me drive you to wherever you need be
On the road

Temple of the Mental

Killah Priest

Intonarumori

1999

and they show synthetic pity
Road blocks are set up by robots, cops to check your code wit a red dot
You can hear man plead for his self esteem
For

(For real)
Still tryna better myself
Still learning love (Uh)
On the San Mateo bridge, took the C4 'Vette
Used to think she really fuck with
Me until she

Word up, we all over the stage man
Travel by train, bus, boat, car, or airplane
I do my do, do my thing
I gotta feed my family by all means necessary

Cat fishing all along the bridge
Right by the train tracks, never ran at all

Be careful when you try to get out, it's gonna pull you right back in
Just

to a cross roads and didn't like the options
They said it's 9-5 or the trap and I told em neither


Years goes by and not enough changes
I need to see my mum

Ever since me and Haris got cool
We do everything together like we Bodie & Poot
Here at Keep Hope Records we do songs by the two's
We present to you

and reload thru the noises and all the static
Took the throggs neck, bridge rollin up gas near you
In my own lane, on this hillside wit a clearview
Got

brick road,we hear the shots echo
sneakers hangin from a telephone pole
in my ghetto aint no rainbow wit pots a gold
but that was love from the family

forgive, we all trynna survive and we live
I'd rather feed the homeless and take time to talk to their kids
show them life aint a walk on the bridge, damn