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I really grew up without shit, we were broke
And I never got along with my folks
I was just kids when Pops snatched up by my throat
I begged for him

Yo, Supreme Cartel

Yo, you welcome to the ancient city of Benin
The home of Queens where the brave reign supreme
Getting dough’s

me up to die when they were looking to kill me execution style
Didn't work
Ran away from home when I was only 16 years old wanted to be on my own

Wavy
Yessuh
Bringin' that flavor
What type of flavor?
That home-brewed flavor
That real flavor
You don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Listen
This

Then I cuff ya lady
Two AM curfew
Cause wifey acting crazy
Baby three eighty
Legal and sweeter then Old Sadiie
Gotta get home mentality
So it′s necessary

trashin' my ass
While I cash in everyone goes "Yo
Get out yo mama's attic"
You always stay at home too if
Folks wanted to blast you

I can do whatever I like

now, and it serves us

A lesson learned is a lesson lost
Here's a space for I don't know yet
And in the Blue I find it all
I don't need to take it home

do 
I don't want to work I just want to go bezerk on the beat and make all these hits 
Never die alone in an old folks home thinking how'd I end up

the high mountains
I'd see with my own eyes everything my old folks use to talk about
I'd meet different kinds of birds
My friends that live in cages envy me

years old, feeling like a real goal
Probably made it home in your sleep
I used to play the songs for the meet, had it booming in the street
We was coming

the bottles
Offering bottles, my intention on the bottles
Folks fuck with the
Bottles, bobbling bottles, boils bottles
On the road with bottles
Pull up for

looking old
The new neighborhood looks like a checker board
Downtown looks like a chess game after points have been scored

Yeah I'm just pulling wrench but

sometimes I would be alone
Feeling like my car was driving me home
It would take me five minutes to open the house door
And either fall out on the bed, couch

today with a new settlement called social media, the home of explicits
We share nudes, invoke the spirit of love to trust just image
We are separated by

Making my way back home
From where all the old folks go
To live out their precious final time
Past the abandoned street
Where me and my friends would

will get grey and old
So routes we took slow
We never rushed that snow
To blow just count that dough
And stay low
Once we get back home
Don't buy nothing

Black tint rider
Can you see Im not a liar
Either hop up in the whip or you get handled by the tires
Rolling but I'm never of a molly like the party

Ramblinman

Mark Lanegan

Ballad of the Broken Seas

2006

I can settle down and be doin' just fine
'Til I hear an old train rollin' down the line
Then I hurry straight home and pack
And if I didn't go
I

Greedy old man a mess
Would be never home
Late at night with the rage
Mama's return home
Beating, kicking
And cussing with their passion
Entire of this

the fuck gassed ye

Coast to coast, flows dope so am bound to boast
Chokers froze with the coldest hesi blow by
Folks cry when I control the microphone
Like

I can settle down and be doin' just fine
'Til I hear an old freight rollin' down the line
Then I hurry straight home and pack
And if I didn't go, I

Tuesday morning
Is the perfect time
To get heartbroken
By all the pretty girls

Think I might leave town
Get on a train
And leave my home

Fog covers

Greedy old man a mess
Would be never home
Late at night with the rage
Mama's return home
Beating, kicking
And cussing with their passion
Entire of this

on the hill.
The house on the hill was my home by day
As we quietly grew into teens
But the call to arms would send me away
And the long months dragged on into