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Each fort night I go almost broke
I pray to lord to put my aggression on hold
But my fucking ambition keeps me strong
And this one goes for

never hit me till later what we was fighting then
What we were up against
I pray my future kids never have to feel this

I'm not waiting for niggas to move for me I'm sick, addicted to getting this new money
Take a flick, new university tags, I'm on my shit Drop

nothing I can't do for You
When you by side
Then I realize
Am a super man oh
Then she say to me

I have fallen in love again
Nothing to say again
I done

check it out, one two
It's not a game, y'all so check it out

Carmel cruising brother
Your latest lover smothered for deeper cover
Ass blown to breaks,

Simple rights troubling wrongs yeah
Welcome to the dog land
See the eyes shake the hand pay respect beforehand
It’s a way for me to give and it’s

Put you away, my class ring
Hope there come a day for a wedding ring
I don't care anymore, just tell me when
Sick and tired of sittin' round while

January's here, don't like how it feels
Snow by the door, wet shoes on the floor
The slick of the ground, shininess of brown
The white of the snow

and fuck the police at the same time born black and brown we all guilty of the same crime

God got me try to keep it righteous till the Lord call me pray

parade
I'm thinking about what I miss the most
Bottles back boys and the Holy Ghost
Tobacco fields carved out by red dirt roads
I could lose myself for

never gonna take me Alive

Someday They're gonna see
it all go back to being
just as wonderful as way back when
Hell I'll be long gone by then

I used

heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea

you
Mogadishu I hear you
Mogadishu I feel you
Mogadishu I pray for you

Sitting by the seaside
Drinking up the sunshine
In my last breath of air

never been afraid I'm in here thinking bad again, bad everyday

You get out what you put in it, we been winning for a minute Been on some really piffin'

You're running 30 minutes late and can't find a thing to wear
And those curls you spent an hour on are falling from your hair

I'm glad it was me here by

and start to pray, or you'll be walkin' to the light
Fight or flight, I'm causin' fright cuz there ain't nothin' stoppin' me
When I write I keep it tight, top

Good Lord 
Can't afford to record, and not spit my struggles till I'm sore, hope I sore pray for more
Than nights just laid on the floor, tossed by waves

My Jesus [Acoustic; Bonus Track]

Todd Agnew

Reflection of Something

2005

the poor in spirit
Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Or do we ache for

The Ballad of Jody Baxter

Andrew Peterson

Light for the Lost Boy

2012

for the fawn

So come back to me
Please, come back to me
Is there any way that we can
Change the ending of this tragedy?
Or does it have to be

music I wish you
the best I pray it's fruitful and God be with you
Could hear my subconscious asking me if it goes wrong
And you don't make it will you

a niece now
Jnr Mbk
So we still deciding
The curfew
We working on the menu
We trying get a buck
We getting old too
So Please pray for us
We tryna break

liquor talkin’
That liquor talkin’
We can cut up on that brown
We can cut up off that white
If you let me lay you down
You might as well just stay

life
Devils deed just to make me right
I R As
Vesting days
Tranny hole bout to make you fuckin pray
No more fear
Drop the steer
Slip under and in the new

for my pocket
The money’s gone, I’ll get my revenge
I’ll teach ‘em all, them criminals I used to call my friends

I’m surrounded by crooks
Swindlers