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new
Feel like a change
Imitate and emulate
It's just your age
Give it up let it slide
Time rolls by
Very soon you'll find
That you won't even
Try

Sold

Skin is brown yet they say I'm gringo
See me carry this track like a burro
Hasme caso, dale duro
Leave it up to me, no me quejo
Ponte trucha, no pendejo

glasses
And out of all the bricks you threw at me
I'm gonna build a motherfucking castle
I'll lock up all the gates
And slowly, day by day
You'll be nothing

lounging with my folks
Know that I am going to see the opps but were going to take it as it goes
Blessings blessings blessings all that I can see
These

keep it in safe
Running from my past that tryna erase
And all I do is show love been surrounded by hate
Ion care about my place I ain't running a race

It came to me inside a dream
Those yellow flowers by your knees
And the way that you looked at me
Made me feel real, but how could I be
You're with

are blind date set ups
Will she lemme fuck, give no fucks
Worries are which track blows up
One with no chorus or with catchy
See my streams, course It

ain't really done nothing
This ain't no wrong time, or wrong place
Forget about your star sign, and long face
Right now it's our time, and our space
So

a truckers dream 
It’s hard I swear
It’s just my Cross to besr

Make my bed
By the railroad track
I trust in the lord
But I don’t turn my back
I’ll help any

guess thats how I move, 100 or nothing 

Swear to god that my tracks will be played at the function 

ct a junction between nightshift or studio buffing

drifting by,
Found myself in a position quite awkward and different it was far from a high,
Life moving fast but slow in my own mind rewinding tracks back

back to the bad way, in a sad way, on a pathway, that you know would do you better , but you only going half way, now you going off track man it only

the paradigms
You dig me pimp? Like oh you trouble?
Get shovel on the double
Turn the White House to rubble
Nobody, no nothing
You don't need no track meet
Just

WALK IN THOSE SHOES

Poem by Troy Clark
To be read while listening to the track:

Locked in a cell
With nothing but pain
Thoughts of injustice

and never made a record that
Was dissing mumble tracks, yeah
I bet that I would probably
Take the safe route (yeah)
Probably work a wack nine to five and
I'd

The room spinning round
And my vision is fading
I can't see shit but I love the beat playing
Told that Dj run it back, yea
This my favorite track, yea
This

Welcome to the Prospect Terrace
Rapping in public, I'm not embarrassed (Ay)
Pump out classics a habit and
Money by the bag like Karte's carrots

Over again
You learn it once
Never again

And I'm running in a line
Your memories pass me right by
I'm lucky i have you sometimes
I'm lucky i see you

on the floor thats trash
Niggas tried taking me out but im over the place like can
How you gon say that man got shot by a man when we saw its a cop
The cops kill

person
Fuck them
They get to clutching like it's nothing, pistols get to bussing
So I'm ducking
Seven shots up in my chest I'm fucking gushing
I seen them

the tape
It ain't my time, my time coming I'm just waiting for the day
Drop FREEBANG in my comments I'm waiting on brody date
Eight Ball drop eight tracks

Wrong by mostly everyone
But what you did was play so dumb
Act like you didn't know some
Of them were just straight out bums
Who acted extra just like gum

difference between a coffin or a jar of dust for me
I barely have the motivation to get out of bed
But you can bet I lie in it and about abstaining from any

nothing that you cannot do no mountain that you cannot move
No battle that you haven't won check His track record out He never lose
So no matter what your