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fame I want legacy
Y'all formulaic with those mixes sound a mess to me
Impassionate attempts at the same recipe
Claim you never lackin' but you lack

of a story
To draw a picture in flame?
I grew a heart in molting
Pleasure got beat down by shame

Every last person on this big ole fat earth
Was given

I'll write all of these letters by myself
Feelin' like I could turn into someone else

I don't care, gonna run away
Get a job in the desert

for a meet and greet
Varsity in two sports, my reputation preceded me
But the trunk pack ten, so I never played collegiately
Big 12-gauge to WAC

wanna tell stories
I can’t really tell when
These girls ignore me
I was on the yard in my AJ tracksuit
And on Tyson, I done him like Fury
Tyson, I done

away from near me
Me and my bro's having dinner at Restaurant Story  
We rarely speak, but I know that my brother's got me 

We tryna eat, plenty cheese,

die
I’m truly alive
Was built to survive (Survive)
Time to get this off of my chest now
It's been months later
Wouldn’t know me now
I was lost then but

I'm glad that I was born
Surmissed by a telephone
Why get, get the camera off my face
S.N. for security name

I lie down here
So keep me up three

185
And I'm high 'til I fuckin die
Thug life in this motherfucker catchin wreck
Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But now I'm full cause I'm

Then I met a woman, loved her the minute that I saw her, by looking at my reflection, she thought she knew me
And she was not bored, and she was smiling,

out

On me, everyone  bobbin heads to this flame beat

So we, tackle the challenge to tell a story 

DD,

Get the fuck out my laboratory 

Wassup nigga

was tragic
I hope you doing well
Yea, fuck you oh well
All the thing you did to me
That shit hurt me big for real
Looking left and right
You could've

years

I remember my bleeding heart
By the lake after dark big dreams coming out of H-vile
Tryin' to make something out of myself
Startin' from

hustle anything that I could
I thought money was everything that you needed in life so why can't we get enough
Let me tell you a story, I was 8 and dumb

Verse: I'm that lil nigga that was walking down the die daily from La Salle, at that time I was staying on 92nd, summertime I'm moved up on the 4 by

bitch, don't sing it
Tell me shit but thats counterfeit
Think im dumb cause then shit i lit
Momma said (four figures)? make it big no (dealis)?
Walkin

I'mma reach the top if you like it or not
The passion in my body
Lyrics never shoddy
I am Luke Michael
Name me after saints see how I rise
Love

matured to not need
An in between or a go between
Between me and... my big brother
And Heavenly Father, and Mother and sister
And auntie... He's everything

The Coffee Beanery

Casey Dienel

Wind-Up Canary

2006

And they drive me batty when they say things like that 
'cause you know I've heard the stories, too, oh I've heard the wives' tale 
Where Polly at a load

like the Lochnes
Stay up late just wrappings boxes
Light the tree up like a pothead
Singing Jesus Christ is not dead
Stories by the fire
Magic in the air

business like they had a beak
Its TGE We goin' keep it going till we peak
Ain't no rest, dreams or sleep
No more standing by CFC in the street
Cause people

behavior
Not Big Daddy Kane, but a smooth operator
Gentrified cities like a mobster, philanthropist impostor
Asked by many questions but, don't want to be

to buss it
We ain't hearing bout symptoms
Only worry bout income
Like what infection
We affected by the system
No class dismiss em
No mask go get one
My man

your forefathers land for a handful of Lincolns
Sitting big in ramallah while kids are dying in Gaza
Turn your guns on your people fear the almighty