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I tried to be Kind
Likely I'm finding
That life is in my realizing
The lies I've told are defining me

And it stacks up as I back up to the wall

the fuck about a hundred thousand plus is not enough
Not a single I can push but got a bunch of album cuts
By the time you fine the time to find the time

when I'm fishin'
Forty-five minutes ain't a long-term vision
They want me boxed in like prisms
Rather be boxed in by prisons
For the record, like Guiness

the shadows
And help me climb over my walls
And I'm not sure how much you know
How much your light has helped me grow
And you're the only one

Turn off

Cartiers, I finally see some hope
Nigga, I'm G.O.A.T
Nigga, I'm G.O.A.T
They say you don't truly know a man till you're back against the wall
If I go

the things that I need and
I don't need a break, no I never need out
Walls keep on closing that's what it's about
If you want it easy then run with the wicked

for the rest of me
I'm buying secret recipes, drawing lines to the death of me
Happiness is hard to see
When you're blinded by these dark walls seeping

art, its comedy
I'm a commodity
They ain't no mockin' me
They ain't no stock in me
This ain't no wall of street
This is vein pain
This is rare reign
I'm

sergeant in charge of her privates
A bitch think I'm unattractive, she a dummy
She only good at suckin' dick and havin' no money
My bitch's walls are green,

Trapped in the shadows bound by my own chains
Echoes of my past memories stained with pain
Searching for a way out a glimpse of the light
Lost in

choking
Hot boxing on my block
System beating down the walls
From my trunk when it knocks
Put your feet up and relax
Put your seat back to the back
Allow my

mf "Snowfall"
Bitch I ain't broke I gotta mf show wall
I got the aim like I'm call of duty
Now I jus fight why the fuck is u shooting
I chase

Is your raps got settle
Is your ass got rebel
When they try to pedal
Softened bars like jello
Off the start hoe hell no
Pop a bar no pedal
Off the wall

of the fittest
Better stay swole nigga

Reading Herbert Spencer chilling
As I'm writing this scriptures

Making classics in these four walls
In this beater like O

I'm shore (sure) up front
Smoothie for breakfast 
Faith for lunch
By dinner 
Turn a grounded man 
To a swimmer
Come like Michael Phelps
In my field I'm

something imma blow on some shit cause I’m really fucking sick of being stuck up in between these fuckin four walls that’s why I had to break down in these

a nuisance
Smarten up on our agriculture and economics
To reverse the curses of capitalism and Reganomics
Health is wealth we flushing toxins by taking tonics

me down
My walls of Jericho
They came tumbling down
Now I'm crossing rivers
And parting seas in half
Made me a fisherman of men
To feed the masses
Look

Beatrix Runs

Elizaveta

Beatrix Runs

2012

soon, but there’s no note
She’s gone, she’s taken by the world
Little girl in a dress
Like a ghost swallowed by the mist

Don’t tell me how to live

me
I’m grinding errryday till I get that bag
Tryna build up the family
Seeing most of my soldiers locked behind them walls
Mann that be killing me
When

lies in what they hide, though
A miserable pile up of honoured cycles
Not by the hair of my chin or thigh or shins
Would my diligence suffice as defense

a deal
Dont give a fuck bout yo position
I dont think these rappers is true competition
When im alone in my room i just stare at the wall and i think

Invisible network
Lies by shameless guys
Words fly with countless tries
While arguments bring ties
Stop and look through all this
And find the cure for our

the pistol like Malcolm by any means
Fo the love of green not the ones grandma whip in kitchen
But the ones that got me in a position to fuckin win it
I want