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know I know more than what I explain
Struggle expressing the thoughts on my brain
That's why I create, that's why I get nervous with songs that I make

of the free, we'don moved out the jungle now we free
That’s what my niggas all upon and down the block say
But who am I to judge, I’m only just an immigrant

Blinded by my own ambition, can't be caught reminiscin
My dissonance was comin' from my own decisions I'm glad I caught it before it's too late
Pride

doing bad things
But you're doing bad things
Doing, doing bad
You're a good boy
But you're doing bad things
Why you doing bad things
Am I trying to stay

Got a lotta ground to uncover
Mareh mekomos, like why is this rishon in disagreement with the other
We need a hezber, I'm tryna understand each svara

can sing, just what the fuck I want
And no I am not tryna sound a fucking cunt

Oh my god,  I got stung by a bee
Fuck I'm allergic
Somebody
Somebody

they damage our fate
Til we lose our stance in grace and no longer have the desire for change
Am I really
Wonderful wonderful
Darling you're a star

many sheep are going astray
I need to be careful of what I convey
I need to make sure that I am praying
I look at the harvest and then at my watch
As far

restored my vitals
Sober Addicts weather machine and the waves we create are tidal
I'm colder than Wisconsin or Cleveland in Ohio
Am I not an activist if BLM

Sway this is a dream of mine
Before I even rhyme
I don't want to be defined by
These rhyme scheme of mine
They put me in a box labeled
"too ahead

Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion
It?s number 32 now here?s the situation
If the beat moves your feet then don?t change the station
Pack

I love her, by that way I'm fuckin' her[01:57.30]they think I love her because I am fuckin' her I was like, yo, both you bitches is

second intercepted
By the grind, gettin' mine
Nickel 9 for the haters
I reply "see you later"
When I die, go to hell, meet your maker
It's time
I get fly

bozo
Ice ice cold like the ozone
You will not touch this throne
I make yo ex bitch moan
Bitch I'm fly like a drone
I make money by my vlone
If you wanna

I need for jobs  
I got I got people around that don’t wana see me thrive 
That’s ok I got my family and they right here by my side 
I just gota stay

poem by Hesse titled “Stages” and one by Wendell
Berry titled “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front” and then one
he wrote:
3a.m.
I stare at three

kundalini in white Lamborghini 
it’s starts with your breathing 
the mantra repeating 
that I am enough 
flip the tarot for reading 
it reads That each moment

Hey I had to take a knee
Say we woke em' up they trolling us 
You don't want no smoke 
Cuz' I am 
Riding like Madea with that cunti bam 
They didn't

Mad That y'all Done Got Me (Got Me)
They ain't Keepin It Real Like They Talkin, Pussy Niggas Is All That I See

(Chamillionaire Verse One)

You Could Be

to the amazing God
Hallelujah to the most high God
Haaa leeee

Everything  I see is made by your hands, like sand, germs and tiny ants
And all the animals

groans
Cause back then they decried me
Now the same folks who used to diss high five me
I remember

That is why you're going get this
Room service
Doing

been the goat
All y’all youngins my kids
I been on top of this shit
You can see by my status
This shit is not rigged
Shawty a rider like Neela
Finessing

better ride by your dog
'Cause when shit popping off, you need somebody to call
Keep it real, I wasn't trying to make a name in the field
What's understood

at night right now it's 5am I'm making banger
Only way to have a voice is to get rich so I desire
To be what I'm inspired by
But until then I'll rap and I