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Nag Champa

J. Rocc

Thank You Jay Dee, Act 1 Mixed by J. Rocc

devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats wit seventeen's tint, time

Fathers, 2004

Sho Baraka

The Narrative

2016

I'm a lover, a provider
I'm a teacher, I'm a fighter
I know there's grace for me even when I'm wrong
Through all my indiscretions and all my

with nine eyes
Eliminate the art of surprise by taking lives
You been kidnapped
All of a sudden you're in knapsack
Hands duct taped then stuffed in my

never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

like my smallest mounds
Please excuse me while I relax and live it up
And don't confuse me for your girl just 'cause I don't give a fuck
Grab some bros

killed
Over some dumb ass shit
How you think I feel
When I see every other post?
A man who resembles me
Gets casually smoked
By some so called hero
Who

Purpose in the journey, understand the need to grind
Always steady learning, and I recognize the times
Pray for open eyes, these are the days of our lives

Intro: sometimes even when you feel like giving up, you just got a live on

Verse I
It all started at the age of 18
Just a young kid out chasing

like a locomotive
I'm motivated by Pun
You could never catch me lacking
My squad be toting guns
Y'all ain't bout that action
All you pussies is my son

colors
I feel like God just blessed me
With two new brothers
Cause' I look to the cross
And I ask for proof of it
To the father, to the son
Holy spirit

enslaved, raped, robbed, and persecuted. To the men, women, and children who died, in their struggle to live, never to be forgotten, Reuven ben Menachum yo

clouded by parables the Son of God had gave to Pilate

A clown regime that seems to permeate our modern scheme
I seen a being who fell behind the scenes for

and not great, but deep down I know God has a good plan for me and I'm
Not here by mistake. Encouraging messages on forgiveness, God's light shines within

so cold it's 30 below
Brick nigga
Rather be judged by 12
Than be carried be 6 niggas
When the guns multiply
Bullets divide 6 niggas
Live By a code
I

I'm counting my days uhuh
Eyes closed I'm walking by faith huh
Pushing my whip like a stolo
White Tee stamped with Polo
I'm sure that they already know

want an Ak-47,

Woah woah, son I don't think you should be saying things like that,

Why not? It's true.

Uhh, well son I don't think Santa wants you

the door
You can go on live your life, I'll support it by myself
You can start another family, I don't even want your help
You can go home to your mother, I

get mugged and raided
crimes are drug related
and we live by the street rules that thugs created
clowns get smoked about a thousand folks
for sellin

when you dead or on lock, that's when that balling stops

[Chorus: x4]

Born gutter, another raised by a single mother
Had to struggle, youngest

to it's virtue
She grew up a little bit different than my father
He was the son of an immigrant farmer
From Mexico came to make a better home
Came to make

love bold as I grow older the younger me knows 
I was made by love so my love makes gold 
I’m still traveling a lonely love road 
But it’s the journey

the weight that falsely portrays my grin
Just another case of alienation
So I play Best Friends by you and Kristoff Krane and then
Feeling somewhat sane
Before

Mummy died got me looking in the sky
Lost you know why can't provide at side
Dazing in my brothers eyes hate goodbyes
Can't decide if I'm gonna ode

A Lumberjack,
It Chops Me Downs And My Confession Is Throws Me Out Of Whack,
Til This Day I Meditate Relationships We Could Of Had,
Father Son , You Bother None