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Chris Doner
Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun
Eye for an eye
Take out on actions for killin our sons
What could we have done
To indore so much hate

can't beat the feeling That she gets
The only thing that ever
Lets her just forget
Heart stuck by a harpoon
But it's not Cupid
It's the devil in the room

When I was young I used to pretend
Sworn to defend life's beginning and end
But alas your son didn't make it back
Fighting beliefs lost in this track

This shit mixed by a key
Yeah, that's the shit I like right here
I ain't goin' nowhere else, for sure
Bitches talkin' bout get active
Bet I'm slidin'

Haffi go and read again
Cause shit looking real different now
It's big moves
Pussy taught me woulda lose
End up win by a landslide
Nah snooze
Rising every

like Blade
Sharper than tack and never scared to shoot the fade
An example for my son if I can overcome this rage
Tryna get my shit together
Please

Ceo take the wheel
(God damn)
(It helps me think)
(I don't know, I don't ask)
(Helps me focus)
I tell my son to keep his grades in the scope of his

as one
Come to unity through communities, raise our daughters and sons
Injustices should not be justified, but somehow it is
Looking over my shoulder,

My son My daughters continue to come to me your living water
To be refreshed and prepare for war
To be equipped as mighty warriors who go forth

helps me think
I don't know I don't ask

It helps me focus

I tell my son to keep his grades in the scope of his rifle
And I know one day my daughter

for me, ay
Save a little weed for me, let's go
Save a little weed for me
I'll be home by 3, for the rent gotta work OT
She say, c'est la vie
Can't wait

devour, competition till my final hour
Fueled by diesel, smoking on sour (uh)
Did my time as a rapper Martyr
Now I'm rolling with higher ballers, cane in my

and the crime rate
Notice the life and death cycle
Why they whip them with the rifle
Like Malcolm X and Stokely Carmichael
Sharpen the stainless steel sherrigan

recession but I'm
Selling some weapons
That'll help you get by without stressing
Answer one question, you ain't gotta lie
Are you really willing to die to get

So I listened 
And learned my lessons day by day
Never retaliate pain by giving hate
What goes around comes around
And that cycle is never stopping

sorry I don't see you more
I'm sorry that the four minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore
Sis', I'm sorry I'm your kin
Sorry we ain't

one crackhead auntie
Now you got 3 cousins on the floor, 6 kids, 2bedroom house
Mama stressed the fuck out
And her son with an ambition getting yall out

Young
Her world forever dark, he never seeing his son
She want to be a step dad, i got issues with my own dad 
cdd the fact the kid is so bad 
Unstable,

That poor son of a bitch
Will be working while in going
Woo woo woo woo woo woo bing
Bought a bus pass hope you know that, like Rosa I don’t go back

The Legacy

Abigor

Satanized

2001

Psychotropic pulse
I am the chosen one Satan's son
A flash of shivering stardust enlightens
The truth beyond the portals

Reality's borders fade
Replaced

'Cause when you cut off the head fucking two grow back

See them at their worst
Another day goes by
Everything I love dies in the passenger side

it successfully

Ayo, the mic is done
Early 90's when my hype begun
Bullseye, AK-47 the rifle lung
Ten years later, still stepping the cipher
Son i'm

Run

Soul Position

8 Million Stories

2003

fired by a gun
forty-eight hours, two cycles of the sun
I couldn't run from the shock that paralyzed my tongue
it made not want to speak a word to anyone

would probably be hysterical
For 25 years she seen me be a miracle
Seen me come a long way just by being lyrical
Naw I ain't act religious but God know me