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time
With the track make design
drop science on the dime
Reset rewind, reflecting your mind
With the grind at a time
So intense every line
Self identity

give it all back
But it's multiplied by ten and come to break his back
In the form of me. Bringing him to both his knees
Dawg i only worship He who made

(Elijah Smooth)
I just wanted to do this song right here to
To remind y'all (So smooth, so smooth)
All things are by the Lord, to the Lord
And for the Lord

(Elijah Smooth)
I just wanted to do this song right here to
To remind y'all (So smooth, so smooth)
All things are by the Lord, to the Lord
And for the Lord

by
Identity crisis
Alone with my vices
How am I suppose to live when I don't know what my life is?
I wanna make a change
And yeah I wanna be righteous

glued I just plan on my work and work on my plan
Kindly identify me identity it's the (H)artbeat
Mama said follow you heart now am jotting more bars

on yeah
Grace
Grace and mercy
Mercy
Yeah

I was saved from the streets by his grace and mercy
Out there doing my own thing but somebody prayed for me
Sin

can go layer by layer
And still I ain't scratching the surface
And you really don't do me no service
And it feel like I'm running a circus

I'm

his knee on my neck
His partners standin by and he watchin me losin my breath
I can't breathe mama I'm fina die can you help me please
They don't give

copped,
vapor you bought, 
identity loss,
shootin your shot,
missin the pot, 
pop off witcha soul you just fought,
style that I got, come from the pot,
it

You're the Top

Sally Ann Triplett

Anything Goes (2003 National Theatre's London Cast Recording)

2003

You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart

and language but destroyed by interpretation

For now I'm complacent between hesitation and dedication
No path takings The only path left
But until the path left

right by my side, 
The time would just fly by 
That was years  ago now, 
when you would hold me down
But being alone was how myself I finally found 

an artist being tortured 
by the drawing of his portrait 
use this music like a drawing 
I'm exploring my thoughts in 
bout this planet in orbit
and plans

A Tribe Called Red

Angel Haze

Dirty Gold

2013

"I remember being asked a lot, by a lot of different writers, zines, and shit, like, 'Why don't you incorporate your race, your ethnicity, where

How are you blinded by his grace but still manage to find my door?
To save your life you couldn't spit like me
You can get it in British or get it in

seen a brother that was saved by his FBI ID black lives matter, mistaken identities
We're the solution to you having another bad week
how powerful am I

Every story has a writer whose life has been inspired by love or a desire to get inside of the mind of the reader or at least get to the next page

been working on my melody
While y'all out here acting out, I'm working on my energy
Nineteen, I've been trying to go and find identities
Close friends by

seclusion, and stranded in this confusion, of fantasy and delusion, intensified by brutality, Probably leave a contusion, desensitized to reality, rather see

to dinner)
We sittin' in the booth by the window (by the window)
A couple chicks ask for pictures (ask for pictures)
She secure with her shit, she ain't

Now go home and roger that
I'm feeling like James Harden
Bringing the Rockets back
Doing my dance moves like Usher
With the stocking cap
Still Movin, we

the avalanche of answers supplanted by rod and staff
And lop off branches of cancerous hobbies rotting in your past
Third get learned in insurgent discernment

my flame'll shine the best
When it's blazing can't get a rest
If I was placed in cuffs by pigs
In the UK puffing on spliffs
Bitch

Splinter Faction got