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deep within 

yet everytime I run and flee
You take me home forgiving me
with the skies I feel Your touch
no other love can be this much 

You are there

Power
Yeah we flexing power up in here
Power keep flexing it
Keep flexing it flexing power up in here
We run the game
All you hating motherfuckers

Deep in old town on a given day
Someone around is bound to know your face
And in them, you can never know your place
If they're weary or you're in

to doubt it
You can't tell the advertisements from the truth
In, out, and about it.  Too weary to go out and shout it
Underdog's gone, he couldn't find

Finna pull up on your mandem
Run circles round
You ain't got money
Pockets full of dust bunnies
That's why you and all your mandem couldn't, sekkle down
I

Tell me, who you call
When the police don’t know how to act
Tell me who you call
When they shoot you just cuz you black
When there’s nowhere else to run

to run and steal myself from you 
Would you try to find me 
Try to preserve me 
Would you help me find the way 

I lose 
I win 
It doesn't matter 
Fall

And heavy cares on Him
Take His yoke, oh yes it's easy
And burden, sure it's light
Oh how far
Oh how long
Oh how much
Would you run
Until you see that nothing

hard enough
Ain’t no lullaby can rest my weary mind
and take it all away.
Shadows that creep,
Won’t let me sleep,
A cold sweat runs deep
As I turn

they know, but they don't know the shit I feel, man

It's so scary, the type of shit to make you all weary
Absurd nigga, riding round and my thought

Cause no one waters cornfields by losing sleep at night
	
cnd momma now I smell rain, I smell rain

Hallelujah, the drops run down my face
Hallelujah, oh

Sometimes I worry that I'm not enough of a man to give someone my all
Feeble attempts to attract strangers, faceless by default
Speak to me softly,

they know, but they don’t know the shit I feel, man

It’s so scary, the type of shit to make you all weary
Absurd nigga, riding round and my thought

Mr. Dreamer / you're the man  / God had your fu-ture right in His Hand /
You were cho-sen / You were sent / Your di-rec-tive was marked by

Central station hustle, every place I've been
Sometimes it runs me down
Takes a friend to show the right place to go
when your hights are runnin' low

one
You will find the shades of grey shake the blue out of the day like a loaded gun 
The trees will turn to run
But they are rooted to the earth

The Enemy Smacks

IQ

Forever Live

2000

Helplessly held by the weeds, we are grown,
I tried talking sense to you, leave it alone;
I give in to the weight of the kick,
So weary of waiting

a rhymes from like who come to get you, none I want some
I be the first set off shit last to run 
My brother rolled together like blunts, chomping on runts,

High Hopes and weary dreams only to be stopped 
A quarter-mile down the street
By the red and blue flashing light of police oh shit they almost found my

make clones of me too
But then why am I doubting my moves?

Only in theory, I feel that
You fear me, but clearly
Appearing barely even weary
Thought I

now and again I am not alone
And two would be to write until the words rhyme
And three four five
Run until the sun shines
Art is made when you color

back stagnates
Is this the end?
Will it be quick?
Blood runs cold
Consumed by gloom
Eternally doomed
Then you scream, Above. Behind. Forward. And below.

love
Everything else is just fragments in a broken mirror
Day by day your childhood mind, you leave it farther behind
And all the while the sun keeps

a bar in New Orleans
I was weary and my throat was dry
When a voice soaked with gin, sez where the hell have you been
You left without saying goodbye, ay,