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Gillette that’s a close shave
Still play Boys 2 Men at my old age
And that was the end of the road mate
Part of me saw this thing as a key
Man I’m free by

help bro
Not catch no cases
Can't leave here
I can't be vacant
Gotta stay in my town and make it
Gotta get my cake by baking
Why we screaming out violent

let it bark
I'll let it spark just like Tony stark
Paint that boy up ain't talking bout art
Pull up on you while ya park
Yea we sliding like the park

dialect, this when Corporate meets thuggin,
I'm like a fighter jet, fly as Motherfucka war ready too though,
Men get the money, the Boys want the kudos,
Cash

a drink
cnd it didn't take too long
Til she was out on the floor with her friends
Surrounded by young men
cnd every thought of me was gone
The fun runs out

a boy
   To get your papa's money you pretend you're a toy
   It ain't a question of how long you can play
   'Cause where there's a will, there's a way

Never bend stand firm we wasn't built like them
No weak fense my defense no pretense
Run s**t while these haters pretend
No weak men around me check yo

Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
I'm a woman
In this fucked up generation
One mistake
One misplaced kiss
Oh no
And I can't change
The rules we play by men
Everyday

damn night
I bet I put you in the mood

My love, my sex, and my time
So good, bet it stay on your mind Not many men can do what I do
Freaky as hell, plus

Barbados many moons ago. Written after that first island trip which launched all the others after that. Check out the Merry Men song, Beautiful Barbados!

The devil's impressed
I'm shuffling in the room out the norm, no press
Smoking by the doom sitting back, all blessed
It's not what you assume,

You come in the evening to lay your head down
Away from the boys and the talk of the town
You come for the leaving, you leave to be found
In

bout to hit a drill
Put yo cleats on, nigga, I'ma see you in that field

Is that boy really bout it or is he cappin for the gram
I been in the trap

Walk the streets of glory, let men lift their voice
Oh that lets, give our best, merry to rejoice
Oh I want to see Him, look upon His face
Oh we too

your strap tucked
Bar for bar I'm punching by the hook your getting banged up
Or real life at the bar we'll have a punch up you'll get banged up

She got

my veins
You know I want it one more time but I pull on my restraints
Freed from cages made by men who lie and always degrade
Conceal my image like I'm

me to the place that i've never been
The journey starts at the end of the road ,and that's how we go from boys to men
It's only birds of the same

didn’t go as we wanted, but in the end we are here, no matter of the fears
Endless tears, boys who become men, life goes on, despite mistakes, without you

bending in a johnny I couldn't stir it
Bro fourteen making grown men cry, that's why they fear him
I'm a makin' in this rap shit, by myself, I declare it

Oh Lord protect me
I feel like I'm Judas
I don't want the silver
But I might just lose it
If I see another young boy
Make excuses
For treating his

boy
Under light of full moon
He was blessed with the blues
Of a thousand men
Possessed by a groove
The night belongs to the
Howlin' Child
Who can make

And I get nauseous
He was raised by dope boys
Watching my daddy where it started
We took losses on losses

Was fallin' but got up
I'm like a flower in

money nothing nothing Which kind life be this one ehh
This country done tire me oh
How person go Dey person no go see food eat
No money

Day by day
My

and there's nowhere to go
Tripping on figments, on a couple of Oz's
Down in the deep but my mind never slows
It's a maze and amazing, I'm amazed by layers
That