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and work
Herc power struck down a junkie nurse
Phony medical robe surely came from home
Pull the knot out stoked tag the mack en vogue
Que modela

hatechu bitches love you
Always taught me gotta hussle
Taught me how to get it by the muscle
Taught me real niggas never say shit
If you ever gotta get in

Johnny lived with a grace and glitter
Kind of like the lives he lived on stage
Died in a barn in pain and bitter
Twenty-seven years of age

Why did

jokes like I’m Michael Che

Balmains and some Michael J’s

(Whah)

Can’t let yo guard down cause this a dirty game

Watch who you laying with too, it’s

moon ripe nosebleeds
I nurse these festering wounds
And drop rose seeds
But grow an orchid garden
Now the paint on your portrait hardens with
A face that

impressed at all by pomp and circumstance
And while they talk in circles where they don't
watch their filthy mouths or wash their dirty hands
Well if you are

stuff,now I'm in a bad mood
Justified to leave you with a head wound
And dig a grave for you inside the next room

Go
Turn around nice to see ya
But I need

mind isn't pretty in the light

The motto wasn't to follow down this shameful path
Why is music with a message a disgraceful art
The game is so dirty

Taped to legs beneath pants
Likened to a dark moon
Colliding with the dead world
The red world
Unknown zone of tonight
Flagged down by the sight
Wavers

“reality” even meant. When one spends so much time preoccupied with the demons in her dreams, the realities kind of merge on their own. 
	It was all

I got nothing to prove
Whole life I battled with adversity
Kept going ended up graduating from turbo university
My war wounds indicators like I made

Right down Cherry Ave by the cleaners, she got her cherry popped
The cherry colored Honda was the getaway
But hell could wait
Y'all niggas cap like

lay and starve
Prayed that they'd discharge, but sometimes fate is harsh
You would stay with us in April and in May, depart
The wound fades, but there

rebels with war stories and war wounds
Unknown soldiers resting under unmarked tombs
My momma singing lullabies to me to the sound sonic booms
See I was

I just don't understand why she did me so dirty
You cut open my wounds and then threw in some salt
All this pain in my eyes so my vision too blurry
I

with old news
You were scratching the itch
Trying to reopen closed wounds
I was sizing up opps
Didn't see goalposts move
But who really needs a muse

times pass by than a lazy cop, with a donut
Sho nuff if you challenge progress go to Neverland yo ass aint grown up
Communicable comes at you from every

no piano
Kinshara catch em by the ankles
Visored Chief leave em with a halo
Like a thief, taking hearts for show

Mask on when we slay foes
Too sick

about him sometimes I just feel like he filled in with too much pride
When push come to shove all this beauty my therapy even when dead inside
These

Renting the house still want to plant a new tree
Working the land with dirty hands and new sneaks
Many life lessons come for free but few cheap
Like autumn

The Struggle Continues

Looptroop

The Struggle Continues

2002

is all the same old phrases
I've seen the pain gone away with medication
and dirty syringes in dirty stair cases
I've seen lives slaughtered by

the morn till my pupils dilate

My love for the past long dead in the chambers
Confronted by my past but I killed it with a chamber
Fully loaded stay by side

this money baby, they shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies and burn them with dirty .380s
Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
I got

fuck with molly, but I'm prolly off a Percocet
Activist is coated on my lip and I sip dirty tech
I go so damn hard inside the paint it made my jersey wet