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Every time we say we're not, we make it
I know you know
We live, we grow
Moved from the D to the Dot, LA
I plan to be, never leave, and stay
All the other

And make it out the city that I'm from

It's the ville
Where most don't live to see 21
In this fast life full of money
Drugs niggas dying by the gun
I rather

hearts broken 
Got cut by them roses

Yes i have a death wish
I’m living so reckless
I live life on the edge
Can’t save me now
Thought i was a loser
But

Ain’t nobody got the right to tell me how to live my life Don’t play when I see you Imma shoot you on sight yeah I got the power to speed it up and then

me talk to that kitty I'm Stuart Littling
Step down, belittling those who did belittle me
Big ole Z
This the big year to me
Sit down, shut up
Listen

live off a budget plan
I’m just tryna give hunnids to feed the fam
By all means I might fuck wit a hoochie
(Not a thot) jus a girl wit good pussy

tryed your luck, then died for what
You asked for forgiveness but
My eyes was shut you wasn't wise enough
To stop me from risin up are you my nigga?

them
This is not the ending that anyone alive wanted
Now we're all stuck inside with no way of moving on with our lives
Who in their right mind thought

sat up in the house loadin' guns, makin' plans

They asked me was it stolen, and why I never told 'em

Nobody in the hood ever knew that I was holdin'

simple fact you didn’t know they setting you up right in your home

Got a travel alone Niggas got a set up on what timin you on seen a house get raided

to indifference
To pitiful gestures, civil and clever
From across the political spectrum, simple addendums
Little by little the fiddlers fiddle their riddles
But

the shade but it's time to shut they ass down
Make that money backflip and watch that shit come back around 
Look I get it by my lonely 
Fuck Niggas why

trolling on the gram
I’m tryna make a plan
Like the whole world is so advanced
You broke my soul with a simple holla gram
Now I get popping like I’m robbing

a stand by sitting
That good trouble to advance
be ready to dance
It's that simple

(Robinson Middle School)
The stars are aligned for a time like this

you've chosen to run, so now it's do or die
Riddle me this, a simple question just to prod
How the fuck do you plan to escape from a god
Now spell it

East Side Story

Buddha Monk

Prophecy

1998

rocked, they cold ass locked up
In cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives
Takin half a nigga's pie, enemies in disguise
Take ya clientel, ya girl

Loserville

Big Country

Driving to Damascus [Bonus Tracks]

1999

'Cause she lives on a reservation
With a baby called 'shut up and wait'
And the missionary school by the alehouse
Is teaching him how to hate

different just didn't sit right
I went from studying Maori to the Bible and Jesus Christ
And went from rolling in bushes to being surrounded by city lights

em
Keep moving, onward under the covering of leaves
And head somewhere we can shut us in from the heat
I'll glide, slide, duck, and breeze past

faked and tampered
Another year of us left stranded
Ironic that it's from our homes
No roads to rush just cite the moans
Schools are shut we're left with

Wik Da God, you feel me? (You feel me?)
Wik Da God, uh
Uh, uh

Hit 'em with the scripture
Riddle it to 'em simple so they get the picture
Still

we save we

By candlelight my hand will write these rhymes 'til I'm burnt out
Mostly from experience, shit that I learned about
Topics and views,

behavior primarily by munch
Nagging nagging nagging
Shut the fuck up
Nobody will take it
Turned down of yo shit cuz im not brake it my boys throwing bunch

to asylum from the violence
Hey primed to be a tyrant
Why are we sitting silent
When our time and physical lives are floating by us
Rope a dope with the virus