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Was a Wednesday by the end of the day
Coming back home with another song
I get on the bus that was on my way
And I close my eyes to feel
The place I

first steps unimpeded It's the home stretch
It's beautiful, like nothing I've ever seen, it's Complex and serene
kept juvenile except for footsteps in

the greed has got us reaching for our debit
Looking for a home without a loan ain't got no credit ask me what I wanna be when i Grow up I got some questions

The sick stick together like NATO
180 degrees, he's now state-owned
Lost in the city of angels with no halo
It's Hades on the surface
Best to just stay low

burning like an effigy 
Big strides no one overstepping me 
Not independent I just did it all separately 
Never slept on the legacy 
Just a brotha who

of the city sounds like prayers unanswered by God
You can see the Statue of Liberty her torch almost lost in the morning fog
These are days of ire
No lands

It's the sound of my heart breaking
When I pray will this
Be gone for good

Then you come knocking on my heart
No one's home I've locked you out
But you

directions  somehow
Walking by stately homes
One Mansion was standing out
Only a rich man could own
Peaches and wine
Peaches and wine

Then I saw her dead

A Stubborn Soul

Duskfall

Lifetime Supply of Guilt

2005

in.
Left home in search for a paradise, found a place for parasites, like leaches they sucked him dry.
Numbed the pain, with bottles of whiskey...

a fluid
Listeners they fall in love
So you can call me music cupid
Didn't get invited
Hip-hop heads excited
Oh there's no plus ones
Guess ill stay home

carry on, feeling strong.
Cause it's priceless, boundless, free
And it's all right here for me.
No matter where I may roam
There's but one place I'll call

be embarrassed to be crying
Tell her that the home in my heart is a safe place
Bad paranoia gonna vacate
Two face
Too many times I said my grace
I shut

A Pound a Day

Virtuoso

Word War II: Evolution of the Torturer

2004

I smoke till my eyes seem, lime green
and there's no cure but a bath in visine
my dope's fresh off the boat, and my buds juicy
with fiery red hairs

the slow lane, slow lane 
And enjoy my time 

These days by 3 I'm feeling 
So much lethargy I just want to 
Stay at home and watch tv 
I see no silver lining

to save their lives?
They kept on thinking where to go.
Suddenly, one duck got an idea!
There is no use living here.
We should leave this lake,
and go

need

There's hope for us all I saw the sign
Watch what you say, stay out of the firing line
You do your thing and I'll do mine
No one stops good things

feeling it more than it shows

The years flow by
You start to think about the reasons why
You find yourself all alone
With no place that you can call home

there’s the place beneath the same old star
And if you take my hand, I will show you the way to go

When your fridge spits fire and your heater bleeds ice

lonely
Know that my mind is on you
When I think of you
When I think of you I'm really just thinking that there's no other place that I'd like to go (yeah

straight into my head

Many tried to find a cure, but
There is no salvation for the damned

You cannot fight
The sick did prevail over the bright

Last

With the ice in the roads 
I won’t make it home
Someday you’ll understand
But for now we’ll count the scars on my hands

There’s a mark on a board

home that summer and right there is when it all clicked for me
Fuck that white man's documents, but ain't too many been here 'fore me
Even if I get 'em,

say you're welcome
I go home, beat my dick 'til I cum
Thinking about you
Next day, I make a joke and you laugh
Your smile, it brings me joy, like

Guess what I will be driving home this Christmas
In a brand-new Jaguar Nigga I blow past
Haters sitting there eating leftovers for breakfast
Asking