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the picture
I'm in my torture chamber
Surrounded by wicked spitters
I see these other actors rapping
But they not committed you're fake admit it
When they say

school of hard knocks times the smacks by the scolds
A nigga was mummified and came back with the scrolls
Late nights taking strolls down memory lane
Deep

There was a fellow I knew and he thought his name was gold
And his face would be known by the young and the old
He thought he was alright and no one

Order Through Chaos

The Psycho Realm

A War Story

Real young guns are kept firing
And the clowns that are holding it down are smiling
We kill our own and bring sirens
And act out the ultimate plans

master
How dare you linked Post Malone's address
That subject is private so go and fix this mess
You used to be a bully when you were really young
Too many

eighth billin' 
And some stay with it
Traits of the young
Enabled by the funds
That we all cradle in the slums 
Lay all cards on the table
Still chased by

you're the one by my side
I improve and it's true
I preach and I sing the blues
The night it turns into purple just like the veins in my brain
When

for the most high and every night we prayed
When we think about who need it most
You're the only name that we say
Leave it up to family bein supportive

the back by the ones I gave my knife to
Seeing fronts from the ones that would've given my life to
Remaining transparent to keep shining my light through

for

Though only more is what I strive for
I keep a practice for the gratitude
Anytime the gravity fucks up my attitude
At night I'm haunted by

They had a lifeless stare in their eyes while they were humping on my face
Well, at least you're not jerkin' the curtain every night like me
And at least

Losing toes to frostbite in southern summer heat
We're cliché, wealthy poets, so what the fuck are we?
These alphas not so subtly want to go back

It isssssss
Time to get lit
You know that's how get it
I'm talkin' lit like fluorescent
We gettin' turnt no exceptions
Got the beat supplied by Neuro

"The wealthy and powerful industrialists were fearful of losing any of their wealth and power
So how do you get the jump on 'em?"

Everybody got

couldn't be true
I didn't understand
It's always a good night for sleeping with you
And go back in time
OK?
Yeah Ok
Imagine pictures from when we were young

Aye new Knucks, they were dying for it
Do a 2 step in my yard to the latest
Always on blast when I played it
That's what I call showing love
To my

when they hear her on the radio they wanna call
Id block em all, they were not involved
When you needed them the most they were ghost
Now the joke's

Valentino shoes I like
My young amigo he's been shooting pipes
Smoking weed and all night
No owner wants to see me twice
Wife's said I ain't moving right
Plus

think you dreaming
When you wasn't even sleeping
Stuck in a dream you were deep in
Night still young it's the weekend baby
When the lights go off don't

If all you need is my time
That I got plenty of it
I'll dedicate all my loving to you only, baby
I wanna stay by your side, be there to cool you out

Grow up, stay young
No lie, good times
Look back, good vibes
I'm talking back in the day, in the day
Life been pure, all day
Ain't no work, all play

a ceiling fan 
That young boy just got shot
With his books still in hand
That a weird feeling man
Cause he look like my Lil brother 
And that lady on the tv

instead
Guess at the time it's what I believed I should accept
But I always felt most full when in your arms I slept
Young and dumb and lost in the stress

makes me wanna fade away
If we're talking bout the shit I'm going through, I can rhyme it all day and night

My minds a constant vibe
B.I.G. was ready