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Diamonds
By Jimmy D Ft Greg Roy

She loves the way they love me, love me
Taking off her top cuz its getting kinda hot
Money and power, its all about

that

Don't understand the hard work that we do
Aching by the feet filled with sores and the bruises
Useless, we are.
Our cries are manager's music

40

something

I got no hope, no, cos hope is a business
Held by those who got it all, house, cars and mistress
Why 'd ya think there are walls of fame
But songs

by the crew cut klan
For those who question
The sneering suggestion
That we're some superior tribe
And for every hemp smoker
In jail for some joker

feeling all this dread
(Got me feeling all this dread)
Living in the ends
Who would've thought this don't make no sense
(This don't make no sense)
Living

This foreign go fast, you barely gettin' by

I drop my top, when I stop they watch
They say that's bro who serves
Straight out the pot
He used to be

to light
I said things that I'm not proud of
I yelled things that I now look down on
I am verbally cruel in the name of honesty
I cry at night knowing what

They said they want to  hear my voice when it's got pain in it
So I won't mention her name
But for  now Let me start by explaining it
Let me start

In all due respect, follow through.
Follow me, otherwise say goodbye to those who follow you
And we'll commute through the world like it's all new

Taiwanese!
I make you bitches cry
With cream of some young guy!

I eat my Ramen cup where did my mom end up?
I left her in Tokyo! Those Filipino sluts!

I

Credit be on the decline
I had to find my callin, voicemails
Wasn’t even setup. So I live my life
Alert, hoping to help those who can’t
Get up. They’ve

I make the origin, SoundCloud rapping
About the same time when niggas bothered by that shit, we never know what goin' through they head
I have a clue,

a thousand pounds
Don't deserve the love, or the support
If you knew me now
Fuck the Oval Office
Keep my dawg up out those state greens
Still FUCK ICE till

and this riddle:
How did the lower classes of previous generations and agrarian cultures who pretty much lived hand to mouth ever scrounge up

on which we feed

Is it really so hard to open your eyes
See through a cruel government's disguise
Use your voice for those who have none
Or has

Phantom
She asking "Why you chose me?" so I tell her it's just random, like
I don't know who to choose, is it Shelly or it's Kelly?
Tell her slide

They call me bad hombre pistol packing renegade
Thirty thousand pesos for each one of the men I’ve slayed
Lawmen try to put me in jail but watch me

They call me bad hombre pistol packing renegade
Thirty thousand pesos for each one of the men I've slayed
Lawmen try to put me in jail but watch me

i) Journey’s end

Lay your burden down
Rest your weary head
The journey’s been long
Those distant days all gone

The ritual is ended
All that matters

Against the facts right in front of ya
I don’t try to judge
I don't blame anyone, 
Same thing happened
The pain the cries, didn't wonder where it came

boozi I just wanna pull up with my uzi
Go skyeeee on those fake brothers
Dead rose in my chest might go confess
That bitch T fell for took me by the smell

aint got one of those
So the streets you rhome
I just got back from rome
Taking selfies in italy
Stoped by paris
And Efffile towered your frienmy

I Hate

by
Those rotten bitches gossip, your shine make them cry
I am my muse, my inspiration and my harshest critic
Being the one who never let me down

eyes glazed like donuts with explosions packed inside
And inside those sugar granules there's a multiplex of cries

Man this a real freestyle man
I can't