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a beat
The shells hit the floor
They tipped off the cops
Before I could go
Hop a plane, take a train
To a place where we could go
Be alone, at home
You're

Church people

Man I've seen comrades 
And I was like my goodness
No wonder why they don't have respect for music
Like Tambo had

Cause they can get a fake

place this ain't no Waverly
I fuck witches out of Salem I slay them
Then clean up with the broom
No need to pray for me
Slaughterhouse nickel in

days up in London
Ain't no summer for us
They tryin' to take A
They want my brother in cuffs
And I just came home
This ain't nothing to us
Like the court

plain so there ain't no need for question marks
I signed on the dotted line cause I needed a second start
Right hand up to God I swore I'd obey and defend

got him in there rotting
He be 63 when he come home
Damn, near gon' need a walker
Allah  showed me where this road would lead me

I still chose to walk

from the soul over cap way less work
Actually how could I dap you
If theres no depth in impression
For questions i asked you
Start to feel like real shit

gymnastics
My instructor Dean asked me to stay after class

Your head
My lap
Other way
Take a nap

No one will love you if you cry like that
My skin scratched

inhibition got me noxious at times
All so defined by the abominable lies
Oh no
Oh no oh no
All I heard from places I go
Non-complacent with pace I snaked up

by
Always wondering what I'm really looking for
Now here I am
Back knocking at your door

Now I know
We were kids and you were living down

[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]

Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?


(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm

Since I met God, I know what it means
Music loud but there's no one around still they all going wild
As I sing to the crowd
Tell me how's that for

(Joseph)
When there is no light
And darkness consumes
You feel like a victim
In your own private tomb

When there is no truth
Just a lie by degrees

when i will no longer have to be running
No more  pain and no more tears
For years and years

Devil lie to me say I'm lonely
Make me want to cry cause

don’t een pak no bags 

U said u wanna ride yea ( Ricky ) 

We can Shop when we get there 

I see u tryna slide yea ( Ricky )

It’s fa Eva up there Wit me

out the door
I eat an orange like Jersey Shore
Protect the ass like I'm at war
I love some ass down to my core
There is no shortage it's booty galore

phone
Because I'm crippled by the thought of you not being here
And I'll be locked inside my room until my mind is clear
And I can't leave my home
Cos you

friends
You must be coo-coo everybody looking like yo who you
You the new Jesus depart from me for I never knew you
Knowing your heart's desire I set it up

and age
We steady eliminatin' hate of race
But still remainin' is the greatest disgrace
Women oppressed, taught that the home is their place
Let's just face

yeah suicide in my head

Maybe the reaper ready for me maybe I'm ready too 

Was in a place so fucking dark I ain't know what I should do 

But theres

chase
I score every time like i'm hitting home base
These haters be tripping yo tie up your lace
What you doing down there you look like a disgrace
They

drunk 

Always watched, 1984
Thoughts breaking in, but I'm holding the door
Trapped in a place where I have no power
There's tears on the floor

that we will make it through

Now you've been gone for awhile, but I'm home
I still got a smile even though I feel alone
I never really thought that I

searching for sparkles
Dick stay up but the mental stay low
Replaying that night in my mind shit i should've never left home
but deep in the velvet that is