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dark-skinned 22 year old frame

Ally is the new woke
The irony is that we don't see it
That we don't believe that we could be "it"
We know some "other" people

getting
And if one day I don't make my way up
Here I left my voice so everybody listen
The way I see this life and the Views from my position
Cuz If This

Tick tock, goes the clock
I should be passed out like a rock, but I'm a
Lying here, wide awake, with a
Little voice that I can't shake

I think back

forget that they were mine?

Were you not the one up on the hill
Who called screaming out my name so desperately and still
Your voice was ringing out

make it for you
Coz you're changing by the day
And i'm missing the old you

Thought i was doing so well
Thought i was doing so well

So take all

of sight, consumed my flesh by the pound
Some would pass out at the thrill of the sound
But I'm back for more, rightly pissed tightly wound
In the closet lies

Assisted living robbery
Listening to him sing on voice recordings is how I honor him
No tears but I mourn him
It's raining it's pouring
And when I was hungry

Try to automatically release the demons
Dogmatically impeach the treason
I think sanity has peaked in season

Let's get give the old beast a feeding

Oh baby I'm gonna make you mine

Grabbed my old six-string and a huge crimson red bouquet
Came beneath your window raised my voice hey are you there

come some day
Where she could leave at break of day
Still, she'd have his voice in mind saying she would never make
Never make the way of life, cause she

Down the road some voices sing a song I've heard before
The grass and streets they fade as the night knocks on the door
He pulls up a chair and sits

I was an outcast running back
The animal, not needed by the pack
I didn't even need myself
My soul was shriveled
You will be in my notebook
You're

The following you are about to hear are my ChronWuka Classicks
A little bit something old and a little bit something new
So let's see how they do

get him mad
He keep it bottled in, I told him it's goin take over you
These niggas praying on my downfall
But watch wen I takeover by next year
My life

my eyes still glow
With the fire of a million suns before I'm old
I was told that 25 is the D-Day
For a black man in the game of life that we play
No

skull and my bloodshot eyes
The land is torn
By hate and fear
One night the folk gathered
At the old cabin in the woods
Take my soul, my sanity
Bring me

again
They always do
She doesn't know how to be loved, nah
Too young to have a child
Too old to try to be one
And when that vision blurred she hangs

pale and cold
See the faces flown
Through the sunlight on the
Old path sown of stone
Waves that made their home
Will we ever go
Did you ever see

fills our phone connection
But wirh the sweetness of your voice
Deja vu haunts my perception

Thats true true true
I tell ya that's true
That's true

So many times I'd peep shit but never ever say shit 
So many misunderstandings be fixed by conversations
And Still got room for the making 
If you wit

and leave ya rose D3 6 foot dug hole
R.I.P yea it's a sad thing but life goes on now they holding back tears tryna stay strong
Now they wanna hear ya voice

i will weave these words
In Holier light i yearn
But Only dark is here
Fast wears the night

Must the past-ral, night slumbers be
The shepherds by

the cigarettes
She's pretty, kinda, she mostly looks lost
As she sips on a coffee
And pages through a magazine

Well it's the same old story with me
But it's

If anybody wants to be where I'm at
The only way they can be led there is by Jesus
Cause that's how I've been led to where I'm at
Yes God thank you