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In a room filled with shadows, she sits alone,
A suitcase by her side, another temporary home.
Faces change, voices blend, no place to call her own,

answers have always been there
Not blinded by lies and cover-ups, so banishing despair
With open mind, no illusions, I'm willing to learn what's new
I can

Dear past self
This whole it’s B thing at the end of your songs is dope
I know you randomly did it at first but it’s kinda gonna be your thing

no holiday in the sweet southeast
Surrounded by girls in lingerie and fat bags of weed
Just cause its payday
An there sure as hell ain't no Monday

I would Andy Warhol a soundbite here to emphasize the song
But distributors and streaming services will Block monetization
For being an artist
So

the song that help you pull thru

This gone make ya bob ya head & groove & this gone lift ya spirits up that's true & this gone make ya wanna 2 step & move

I got issues, I let them talk on pen and pad
Telling people I'm really grateful, but my spirit sad
Running from trials but they posted like a corner

see
More than just what could meet their eyes
A world transformed by sin and pride
Emphasis on pride and transform
Baptized by water, I'm reborn
Beyond

this, and I will give you the day
To be a father, a brother, a song, and a friend Then come home to you, and be my lover again

Years have gone by, seems

then I'll hear how I'm wrong
Guess you still don't know, all these years later, that
I'm glad I left
I'm glad I left
Pried every finger off one by one,

that
When you face trials lets go
I got no limits no limits
No limits we make it count every minute
No limits I got no limits
By the world's standards I

bitch's clit (ugh)
Back in survival
Life full of trials
God's obstacles lasting for fucking miles
Feel like I'm picking my death date outta aisles
Can't

writin' songs
When he got dropped by another brother
Another mother
Dealin' with the pain
Of losin' a son
Community and chains
Ain't no games
They movin'

They Forced My Hand

Cormega

The Realness

2001

[Cormega and Tragedy - intro]
Yo, son it's real, you know what I'm saying?
A man is often condemned or exalted by his words, you know?
That's why we

i'm cold by morning time
It's fine, you're good, i'm still in denial
I tried to borrow from someone else
But i'm sick of this one week trial
Please come

to fight a frown and see my future bright
Got some weed, though, I'ma roll it, I'll be good tonight
Time warp into the morning, looking forward
Got this song

escape me I’m at a loss
Yall thought releases was all that’s going on
That’s why there’s a middle finger in all my songs
Flipping birds like entrepreneurs

kingdom overrun

"Great so far, let's write a song for her!"
Our bond's been rocky, yet we endure
Complaints and litter talk, it's true
But she stuck by me,

he ready for trial
Said that he proud of me
He lived his life through me
Said that he proud of me
I'm gonna send him some pictures of
Me and Rehel

loving me Awkward and me loving you ought to
Inspire the love shower the hands by the chaos that you demand
You tore me down and I ran to the safest place

Yo
This song
Ah fuck it
Ain’t very many days
Where I dont wanna die
But I dealt with it
No calling the 1-800 line
I don’t want to profit off it
Like

Yeah, and we're back with One Life Radio after 9
I'm Rosewood Swing, and this next song is titled Palestine
You heard it here first at One Life Radio

Guess me see di picture
Vision getting clearer
Cuh di soldier pon a mission.
So me nuh need no pistol,
But yes me need a hit song.
One or maybe millions

Do not again be burdened by the yoke of slavery
David prophesied of my potential when he prayed for me
A ruler of the work of his hands; dominion's