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My King is known by an empty grave
Oh in all that he does
My King is known by love 
 
V2
I can almost see him even now
Rejected, with thorns upon his

like I'm Santa clause 
We playing double or nothing I came to win it all 
They all dancing from the window to the wall 
In the hall to Biggie Smalls 
We

did the most but I know he forgiving
I pray for my bro's hope he gon them safe
I pray for my angels that's down in the grave
I miss them I hope I'll

We Sold Our Homesteads

Falconer

Chapters From A Vale Forlorn

2002

used to be our home. 

We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave
It was as if we'd stepped into an open grave.
The food that we had brought

Never Again

Remedy

Remedy

2002

by the devils decisions, forced into a slave
Death before dishonor for those men who were brave 
Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken, it's too

never be a rebound, Stoudemire
I could never be in talks with someone who post snap conversations
'Bout their own songs they admire
Gassed up by bunch

Lyrics

Track 8

In my 20s




Verse 1:

Low life pusha's/
Dead beat thieves/
Diseased swingers/
Selfish fiens/
Pipe users/
cnd false ogs/

Local

the tax with the guns to our backs
Erase all the facts and break all the necks of those that oppose
And keep your eyes glow eyes on the prize in the price

hand
Black waters, black waters
Run down through the land

In the rising of springtime
We planted our corn
In the ending of springtime we buried our son

an beeping my horn while you try torn me down and you found weak

In yourself I hope you're so proud but youre son and daughter won't be found because you say

thieves of 
The most heinous kind
They appear and vanish in a flash and Steal your family away
Son Daughter Wife
Treated as product

Capitalizing on your

over all these dudes like a step dad
I’m killing you off one by one
My son my son
To let you know you done you done who run run
It boy yeah I’m the real

discussion resulting in stun
Another one sobbing, another lost son
Another one coughing, got coffins in tons
Another one profits from blocking the sun
Another

in my mind 
Still doing better than fine 
My girl she better than nine 
We gotta son I'm making sure his life better than mine 
Make sure he reigns

on the prize
Pops taught me how to be the man that I am
My pops taught me how to be a man now I am
Do the same for my son and my daughters don't forget it

on the prize
Pops taught me how to be the man that I am
My pops taught me how to be a man now I am
Do the same for my son and my daughters don't forget it

all you've got
My will's a pad of butter
Gripped tightly in the hand of an angry god

Dying an inch at a time in the comfort of your home
Surrounded by

changed 
Put it on ice for now 
And we'll just drive 
And look the other way

Cast me a lifeline 
You're drifting off, buried by the rain
Mouthing feel no

getting served like you haven't ordered yet
I score a rep by putting verses in the morgue
Till my services are more sought after than a whore's
I'm getting

of time
What will you say when you look at your son
He ask if you did all that you could have done

cnd the time starts right now with no minutes to spare

of hiding
I can tell when a ladies lying, like y'all can tell when your baby's crying
Y'all know the sound of that truthful expression, that you don't find in

a whole track without rapping fast
Imma let loose like it's after class
I knew a man who was all cap
Ran his lips quick like DeGrasse
Imma talk to him: You

dousing niggas
Say they players in the game, I'm raining out them niggas
Rain pouring by the ounce on niggas. Give a fuck about them niggas
Rick James fuck

sons, three daughters, so you gon have a queen
Bitch, wats all the howling about
Don't need ig or Snapchat to follow my route
I been thru it all, from