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life can pass us as we dwell on the past
I been dealing with a lot, my heart developed a cast
I'm afraid my soul is seeping out like sand in a broken

Long as you are by my side we got more than revenue

Girl you know it's hard to find a woman like you
One in a million girl you know that you the truth

dresser like them medicaid pills
Death on your shoulder with odor stronger then saurus
Terrorized by the people with symbols and different orders
With

you, you ain't gotta front for the streets
We were born to ride, Bonnie and Clyde
Like your favorite gun, I was right by your side
See my love is true,

Little Bit of Faith

The Hudson Falcons

La Famiglia

care
Had to reach the promised land by the end of their lives, but they were running out of time
Their hearts were beating fast, but their souls were

underground i had to  use a shovel,
Im the son of my mom forgotten by my dad guess he dint like me, ima savage witha clean heart im on my own level
Came

underground i had to  use a shovel,
Im the son of my mom forgotten by my dad guess he dint like me, ima savage witha clean heart im on my own level
Came

smoke loud
To bring us piece clouds
But if war come
It better be in a condom
Cause life's a bitch
Who was molested by her fatha'
Father Time's a nigga
Who

visions whatchu fearing

Free from the infamous
Laughing then snapping on what they say
If it's dissonance
A lot of us humans are overwhelmed by

Raymond Scott with a 1712 slaves mentality, that want to keep us divided by color from Eminem

Marshall is no color, he is Eminem

Oh, we got no time

We were kids just living life getting by with ease
Never thought the days like those would go and leave
But I know in my soul that's how it's supposed

Busterismology

The Coup

Steal This Double Album

syndication 

Always sayin words that's gon' bring about elation 

Never doin shit, that's gon' bring us vindication 

And while we gettin strangled by

Its sorta like poetic justice
Paint a picture from my ghetto assessment
Tryna be strong and not a weakling on the devils check list
Man shit is hard

war in Middle East
Like mice teased by cheese
Then squeezed by self greed
Live in the city of sins
You need Gs to stay breathe
He kills the weak legally

Hey, okay!
Ya life is going swell until the day that you find 
There’s a black box that’s hidden inside of your mind
Passing the limit line, 
You’re

bodies unidentified
Like aliens tailed by the feds try and
Run and hide my alias
I paid dues and debts but
Ya'll don't have none do it for ends
Do it

losing my way
She split with me like we Gotenks
Hit me harder than a bang when Joker's deranged
Everyone shipped us we sank
My tears an ocean fuck a plank

in a land ran by facists
Lead by a racist Commander in Chief
Breaking up mi gente familia
Kids in grief, lacking guidance broken hearted fulla anger

on gold dust
Nigga say he want smoke til the nigga really showed up
Interrogated by twelve I act like ion know nun
And I'm knowing they gone hate it new

disgusting
I bust and I trust that you won't cut the mustard
You motherfuckers could never try to spit it like us though
And people been knowing that I been

cursed
Since our birth
They been trying
Lay us in the dirt
They berserk
If they think
We ain't fighting back
Picture that
I ain't going out like that

every day of your life has led up to this moment

I want you to fight not for you
not for me
but for everybody who has ever felt like giving up
Every kid

Live from Marion Projects, son
The livest one
Representin' Jersey City to the fullest
Ask around about me
They'll tell you he'll pull it
Bradley Beal

my lips
And I wish that you would dip, it's in my heart that you live
Oh Lord, fucking around like we ain't just some kids
I know we might be wrong