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yo
Rewind; beginning, I just wish it'd go
To kid again, naive and simple flow
Given my trials and wisdom, though
Yondo, but it sound like 9th Wonder

Santa Claus Goes Straight to the Ghetto

Snoop Dogg

Christmas on Death Row

1996

and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but

I chase my prey then I head hunt 'em, I never let them get away from me
Master of Ceremonies this was made for me
Take my time while they rushing

you calling
From that cell up in jail?
I don't have any friends and my pockets they can tell
So what's a friend?
See me
I don't got it
Friends snitched

being
A down ass bottom bitch cuz you kinda thick
But if you kinda like the sound of it
Clyde to my Bonnie then
On life we get the upper hand
Fuck em' if

Reflexions of the Disillusioned


By Jeff Knight











Dedicated in loving memory to Jerry Wayne Smith and Willie Mae Smith
“You courageously

B-B-Beat blessed, by AyeSean
Oh my gosh, is that Iqnn?
Fucking your hoe (Oh)
Keeping the blick keep the pole (Pole)
G19 I tote, He talking on me so

trap
That 50 sound
Ran a lot from the sack
Mannie fresh fro
Lil Wayne bring it back
Phone tap Nas on belly
Phone in basement Nelly
Witwave cap
Bro bro

by a backpack rap kid 
Ain't Bruce Wayne but I'm known to go bat-shit 
Hold the whole world in the palm of my hands 
Infiltrate my plans taste the palm

Screaming Skin

Blondie

No Exit

1999

Following my lust for wander everywhere I've ever been, 
I can't escape the sound of it 
the sound of my screaming skin.

My skin cries.
My

Pirate Jenny

Nina Simone

Verve Jazz Masters 17

1994

and to-do
You wonder who is that person that lives up there?
And you see me stepping out in the morning 
Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair

Pirate Jenny [Live]

Judy Collins

Forever: An Anthology

1997

and to-do
You wonder who is that person that lives up there?
And you see me stepping out in the morning
Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair

I lost my confidence
And got it back
Had chart success
It was fake, though, I should have kicked back
I weren't chasing the art
I was chasing

words that I never meant
And now I sound intense but my heart's soft
What you'd never see in my best songs
Is how I'm not a beast when the masks off

Time Turned Fragile

Motion City Soundtrack

Commit This to Memory

2005

the time

Do you still believe in the stories told
To you by my friends and I when you were four years old?
How it got so cold that words just froze
We had

Reputations a beast
He's lived months by the river and he's selling his lease
And the bullets catch in my teeth
I like the sound of them hitting the ground

there are moments when I curse every sound
And I wonder what my life is for
When the only thing that I desire is to be close to the ground
But only in

Streets alive with a symphony of sound
People rushing by
They're all spellbound
Every corner holds a different surprise
In the city of wonder
Beneath

And smoking through the trees that people say that you should look around
Man I can't believe patron and green Could turn into this sound
Live up in a city that

floating by
I'm awake
And I'm listening 
To the the sounds 
To the sounds of the 

Sky aye aye aye aye
I'm way up high aye aye aye aye
Oh babyyyy
I'm taking

When I'm on my own, I start thinking bout you
When this kinda song comes on, gets me thinking about you
I wonder what I should do, and how much I

faith you’re a disgrace; 

And, then, he tops it off by saying… 

…At the congregation, you’ll not show your face!

V32 Group
Oh my god…
(1 beat pause)

fuckin’try to stop by Young niggas profit
Bet I pull up with a vest and a tech nine
Another black boy down scratch the fucking docket
Wonder why a nigga

it wasn't so bad
But then we didn't kiss
Is it really love?
Or is it blood dripping off my wrists?

Oh, as I fall
Oh, I can hear the sweet sound