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don't know 
who I am today, I am
I'm the one that got away


I've got my father's fight
My mother's appetite
I travel pretty light these 
days

You don't

like grabbing your neck
All the cool things will come to pass
But all the truth is shown in a mess
 
In my mind I keep trying to gather forces.
It's just

want by a kick to open the gates
Lets make a fire without trees
I don’t have enough space For collecting my dreams
‘Cause many of them are pure violence

of a brush
You either stare at pretty pictures or get of the bus
I made my pick, I kind of like the art
So hypocritically I have to sacrifice my heart
And what

make it here
I could make it anywhere
That's what they say
Seeing my face in lights
Or my name in marquees found down Broadway

Even if it ain't all it

her pretty eyes
She'll crack another beer 'cause she's sad inside

Her grip finally loosened when I let go of hope
Not a marksman by far, her aim is off

throwing up rack
She throwing it back
I throw a stack

5'2 
She a red bone
Pretty face and her hair long
Drop it low the bring it up
Spread eagle
She don't

It's really pretty simple
I'm living like I'm gonna die
I take it by the day though
Cause I'm taking everything that's mine
They play me like

I was standing by the water
Looking for an outward sign
When I thought I saw you
Daughter of my mind
Looking deep in the reflection
At the bottom

Life passes by and you don’t even see
I remember when my mom first came to me
She said: Son, life is hard, but wherever you be
There’s nothing in

3 a.m. 
Riding back to my house again
Slept till noon
At least I'm seeing this full moon

A little drunk and I missed my class again
Stop and think

and me
a youth culture will rise to fight you all

on the front line(4x)

this is my town not a pretty place to be
where a kids life is lost taking him

Crushed by my merciless swings
I will fucking bash her face in until this whore stops her breathing
She will be a pretty corpse I know no mercy, no remorse

Junior turned senior
The flow meaner
It's getting cleaner
And you can even check the demeanor
Hotter by the sneakers
Like J. Cole, I'm doing this with no

Godspeed, but we're only machines

Possessed by the spirit of the Holy Ghost
Got my bread, got my wine
Let's make a toast 

You don't feel guilty,

What a way to condescend
It’s easier to look the other way
Bloody shirt and red eyes
I see that you’re afraid
My bed, our bed
Stained by the rain
My

Relax while sippin' on liquor and let that cycle repeat (yuh)
Now a brother been sippin' got me feelin' pretty faded
Come back to realization thinkin' yo

prosecuted blacks in the prison system
Ain't nobody tryna listen...
Free my man's and em' (Real talk) - free my man's and em'
A crazy man says something crazy,

Went out for beer and kept walking
The grocery store's two blocks behind
And the woman who sent me
Is getting thirsty as time goes by

And I wonder

his Achilles at
This that gritty city committee not the pretty rap
Hard knock diplomas that’ll help you thru ya darkest moments
Not for the dumb def

When I put on my codpiece, mascara and assless chaps, baby you gotta know it's pretty
Oooh I'm wet like a saddle, and you can go tell all your

Standing alone
Facing from home
As our lyrics were being thrown
Sitting alone
Under the oak tree by your home
Didn't mean to let you down

What are

Out of the bed and to work by five
It seems to take up all my life
Spending all the day grindin'  to pay the bills 
No time for smilin'
Helps

Well I ́m from the Midwest I know enough to cut a path around a wood chipper
Be careful of any conversation a man starts by callin' you skipper