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face
Ounces in your blunt gun hanging by your waistband
Who you in a war with who got you in a haste
Now you caught a case praying that the judge can see

me? I don't know
I hate it every bit. I'm stuck when I'm tryna go
To get away from all of this. I feel like it's burning down
On me. I just wish all

need me a whole
Doing 180's, I learned how to pivot
Regardless of views I stay pushing my limits
Don't pay any mind to those fooled by the digits
If you

I can't believe I'm even sittin' down and writin' this
I'll try to keep it real and fight thru all the ignorance
If I fall the clock is tickin till

what you like i swear you ain't living
But they do it to they selves
Don't you call that suicide
Got you swallowed by the doubt
Raise yo hand up touch

do too much always acting on a camera
You can my ask my mama n that's word to the slammer
Sanchez coming home free him out the slammer
Tryna turn it up

a swisher sweet cause I don't like to do drugs
A nigga coming from the streets if you don't eat that shit be tough
A lotta niggas I done seen and they went

Oh Well

Charles Hamilton

Hamilton, Charles

2016

That's gotta be it
We got it, Harlem we're coming home
Harlem we have recovered the black box

Slow down, ease into it
For the record, it's Charles

a three round gun burst
When I'm rapping I'm bringing the thunder down till my tongue hurts
But now I'm bout to lift it out the underground with one verse

impression
When a mind is down
Show epic action
Where you coming out
What distribute
You haven`t doubt
Listen me serious
Remember, I`m dumb
Reading roman

the glory days
I would run around with my homies
Not looking for trouble
Just something a little subtle
To get us through the desperation
Of living by

intermittent
Microphone full of pain
Remember back then when they gave me a gram
Turn down drugs in lieu of my family
Turn down sex, I ain't fucking with plan

coming holding a seed them maybe you should take a long look
A grown crook getting stuck doing fed time
That's the same as getting caught by the left lie

a fix I am fixated with
Seeing shadows dancing on the walls feeling sick
T packed the king palm with the dowel now it’s lit
LSD rained down till it hit by

fiction by Mausberg, rest in peace
We turned nothing to something thank you God, would you believe that I ain't never sold drugs
But I still carry weight,

never hear me coming
By the time you see red lights your heart already thumping
When I pull up in my Benz truck better know my Benz Truck bumping

I pull

with gramps (don't do it) or give your main tramp the leg cramps until she face plants (uh)
They coming in the game champs but leaving gay tramps (what

I break it down real gentle
I am the sound that resemble burning buildings, drugs killing
Inner healing, unreciprocated feelings, wheeling, dealing
We

rapper ever 

Big Johnny go fuck em up 
Lil Johnny I got you bruh 
Better not let nun stop you bruh 
Keep going it's not enough 
Love in the world drugs in

owning a slave shop
Don't wanna talk
Less I'm writing these words down I'm so nice with these verbs nouns
I'm still tempted by the hunger and the price

its too late
It be what it be it is what it is business is business (Yuh)
Slow down on the drugs before the sig make lethal decisions (P-pew)
Remove

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Walking down the same block I grew up on
In some scuffed up Pippen's that I threw

that'll cool yall off real nice. I bring to you a dynamic duo. They go by the name The PA System and they just got a few things they want you to do today

left to live for me
Death row status
Prick my arm and I'm down to sleep
Carry my body out 
Bury me, but don't be cheap
Break me off some dignity
When