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I'm all out of hope
One more bad dream
Could bring a fall
When I'm far from home
Don't call me on the phone
To tell me you're alone
It's easy

a kilo[00:23.60]I've tried to explain but you're stupid[00:25.44]By the way that I use it[00:27.01]I could break chains and run a chain through your

my own home
Just a weirdo, art kid, hungry like the lion's den
When I hit the mic I'm satisfied because I'm set to win
I resonate with my emotions,

Can't relax so I'm never reclining
Really know that they never gon fuck with us
If they try it get smoked like some Angel dust
Came up out of the dirt I

help from her 
How was I to know my life was gunna be a crowd shocker 
She was getting concerned I was never home 
I was on the road tryna find myself

the wheels go 'round?
Take you all around H-town
Get you going wild (Oh)
Better tell your man pipe down
I don't even understand how he ain't know by now
Like

I'll tell you walk by
I'll give you all mine, all mine

Let me get round, oh
Baby get down
I see you this town
I'll be there won't bounce, oh
Baby get me

done
Not the black ones in my phone
Not the brownies back at home
Hey why you front of me now
I thought you'd be runnin' by now
Still runnin' yo mouth

it in the air
Let it fly around in circles
It won't go anywhere
If you really want it back
When you are done feeling great
You can just go back and get

run up get wrapped like a packet (grraow)
I'm runnin' by you, I lapped you
Finna start walkin', you should keep runnin'
Offset Vellanos, frame keep

I'm not even worried 'bout that
For now I'm with you
So I'll figure out that when I'm missing home
In about like three days
Give or take one
I

buying weapons if
They not gon' shoot? (Not gon' shoot)
Maybach Emmit Smith, it's a '22
(It's a '22)

Curtis Jackson when I'm riding
This shit bulletproof

We stay ridin' dirty and my soul stays educated
I always knew you could get high
But have you ever opened up your Third Eye
With fuckin' Salvador Dali

summers
I'm at home still writing poems to get my brain out the gutter
In all truth, ha and no alternative facts
I would've never got started without some

Ghetto N.I.G.G.A.

Dizzy Wright

The Golden Age 2

2017

ghetto nigga get it popping
I'm 2Pac-ing, we 2Pac-ing

Having conversations about the progress we made
I know when it comes to the real music that it

the fire, you get a standing ovation.
Clowns spinning tectonic plates
Storming the capital gates
As if it were just a façade
Not one good candidate when

Stayed at the house sleeping
Did a lot of good things
But it was time for us to go
In the back of my mind
I thought that Dharmin
Would get us home
But he

outside grew so violent
I knew that I was blessed cuz I had papa in home
But all my friends I hang with I knew they papa was gone “they gone”
But peep they

that's because my homes sick
The drive between my lines should make you feel like it's a road trip
So sick
I'm in a young body but when I spit, I'm like

into our home
I know that my skin’s got a similar tone
I am Way more then an Eminem clone
This thing been in my bones
it’s the reason I get bread
Too

& keep it moving
Ain’t really proving nothing
But you’re hoping
It’s improving
Have you ever felt alone
Lost without a home
& even when they call you

think you that tough
Hoe shit
I get the feeling in high school yo' ass was roasted
Academy graduate, and sadly, you don't know shit (Dumb ass)
That's not

you can't feel this pain mom
But I feel it all the same mom
You were never the one that I could call home
Always on the run yeah my life is on auto roam

a man can't do 
He needs a women by his side

So we'll always treat our woman right 
cause we are equal in Jah jah eyes
And when we rock and rub and we