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bare her soul.
So I told Karyn that she was a child,
and on Tom her blames she piled.
If only she would look inside
she would see joy could reside
in regret at first
Thinking of friends left behind
Or lamenting what his love would find
Released only by the gravity around
None of which was to be
on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by
affiliation
Getting money everyday be the new religion (yeah-yeah)
Everyday I'm tryna elevate
Get the money all day and celebrate
Celebrate by getting more
you got shot by Cupid
You haunt me and taunt me because my name is worth money
I give you some love, and now you seem to act funny
Was it you got
Martha married George two years after her husband's demise
John's wife, Abigail was needed by him for advice
Tom's wife, Martha died years before his
fell in love, you got shot by Cupid
You haunt me and taunt me because my name is worth money
I give you some love, and now you seem to act funny
Was
it
Girl, I'm wasted, you're my favorite
Nigga couldn't play you if you was on a playlist
Shawty, you know you're my favorite
She my side piece she
what the Earth weigh
Let me listen to the wind so I can hear the Earth begin
The universe speak 'round the celebration of my birthday
That being said,
But even on your best day and on my worst
I'll still be first, without the need to rehearse
[Missy Elliott singing - CHORUS]
Why you up
now
It's hard to trust the pastor, he countin' up what the church made
Champagne occasions, treat every day like my birthday
I hate this year, I
on Amazon shipping by bringing my order total over £20
By adding a book of poems by Allen Ginsberg
And the winner is Late Stage Capitalism
My basket was
Yeah, uhh
I'd like to say peace to all the Gods and Earths
and people of the universe (peace Allah)
Just want to let you know the black man's first
denied
Been shittin' on you fucks a long time, time to pee now
When you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now
I'm at the round table, where
know I exist?
Are you listening to me?
Are you listening to me?
Am I?
The first words he spoke took the town by surprise.
One got Mrs. Gibbons
right
I'm probably somewhere shopping for a house to keep my comfort right
Lennox Ave to Rosecrans, First to Cedar Block
Fiends was up early so I was
The hypocrisy
Another tongue in cheek altar to Democracy
To help normalize the day to day atrocities
By the law of the land, as planned by the man upstairs
simple things,
Like your first birthday wish,
Your first girlfriend,
Your first love,
Your first French kiss,
Your first time feeling hate,
THE CLOSING BELL GETS US FIRST
DON'T GET ME WRONG IN THIS WORLD
THERE'S MUCH LOVE AND KINDNESS TO BE FOUND
IT GETS OVERSHADOWED BY THE CONSTANT NOISE
struck the first blow no-one was sure
But a bloody riot soon raged through the town
The authorities trembled with passion and fear
When news of this
the Rabbi's of the day rave
They said 'Sid wasn't of The Faith' and that he was 'depraved'
The first floor was for Junkies, Toms and pimps
Reserved for their
pray
Manifesting
Speak it into existence
Like God on tha first day
I had to fight for everything I deserve
Before battle I say my grace
We claiming
denied
Been shittin' on you fucks a long time, time to pee now
When you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now
I'm at the round table, where
first
And my army fatigued
It's still gunpowder on the sleeve
Niggas get shot every day, B
Pull down ya skirt before I lift it up
Show the whole world
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