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Thought I could do it on my own
Never been so alone
So consumed by the doom
That i haven't had home
Sold my soul for the throne
But the minute it was gone
I

maine ama upon this one
The girl demma know say this life na turn by turn
So my nigga never try to rush
Wake up everyday pray for grace to the most high

Still alive and kicking hitting targets
With more frequency
And after shows Im approached by people who wants to speak with me the
Some of whom shred

So I think I know what I'm doing
I just grab me by my hand And grab this cross, flip it
And I'll tell you, climb these stairs I built to heaven
Say

All praises to the most high
Yahawah 
Yea

Praise Yah
Man there ain't nothing to it
Yea Yahawah is the power and these laws are the truest 
Keeping

down real

But we shootin' down labels for a New Sound Deal 

I been at it for 10 years this ain’t a new found skill 

This no joke mother fucka 

Man

Until my legs break my voice is hoarse my muscles sore
And after all this time finally my dreams are finally starting to take shape
Been focused on my own

more than I have ever been
The evidence is the ever-present peace that You released into this broken heart
Dried place has been satiated with Living

they done got tired of me
Tell my mama pray for me cause all I do is ball
I feel like a giant cause this money got me tall

Did it by myself, I done been

don't see no way out no
If I don't try how will I know

Dear mother, I'm sorry
But this my only path
You know my thoughts consumed
By these theories I

it
By who? I suppose, these voices all have a meaning
The choices I didn't make were just making this human being
Could you believe it? No peaking

after school took the walk to the back lot,
never learned to ball, but I learned how to trash talk.
That MC Hammer tape spoke to my soul,
now this is

his praises
Of what he made me

This violence is golden a calming breath pre kill
Exhale as the knife cuts through the skin
Ed came to me

Akhi ima no1 man i swr i got no pride
Its cah glory power praise is only for the most high
Cos ima slave to only God n i promise it feels right
His

global  fucking domination in this rap shit 

Word is Bon Jovi

Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and Ruck go 
Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke by

I stay
Afflicted with crab bucket mentality
Sure you looking down on me
Praise my originality
The critics gon’ say
After this game I’m gon’ slay
Got

starting everyday
They can't take that away from me, he call me by name you see
He call me chosen, a poet, I'm shining like a star I show
Oh I got

Dear Speckz hope yuh gov eno mii G
This a fimi reply to the letter write to mi
Afii say yuh got guts cahh nuff people wouldn't dweet
Mi afi go mek

on the bed, and told her he like that
After he finish he leave, when he set her free, she fell to the floor
She was so sick of this life she thinkin that it

think I left y'all
Back in  95 I put Red Out on vinyl 

This music now strange deranged it's mental
Pushing Percocet Molly and death by Fentanyl

I see,

my soul
after that lost faith but had to gain control
Beating myself up like I should've did this
Or said that yea my mind was all up in a frenzy

be tripping, you know I'm on a mission
Cousin Kane, so I gotta get this chicken
Fuck the limit, going 100 when I visit
Get to bussin, now you cussing

more to life
Guess I got tired of the line of fire, guess I got tired of the fucking liars
How can you tell by my attire If I praise the higher
Right

fact 
Let me put you on to game 
Plenty to eat up in this lane 
Whether its cover songs 
Original work cuz the fame 
Don't really matter 
Come get