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the pain 'cuz pressure makes diamonds
Can't go around the mountain, got to climb it
Rain, snow, sleet, hail - in control of my climate
Want joy outside you?

A Place in the Sun

The Elms

The Great American Midrange

2009

need to find me a place in the sun.

Well, life shot right by me. It's hard to explain.
The days started passing, now they all look the same.
Well,

I don't know how dangerous it was going to be back in February
and he didn't even tell you
He's on record as saying it
He panicked
He just looked

better is to practice more 

To all my friends 
I just wanna say 
I hope you have a
Great summer break 
I know I will 
Make it great 
See you next year 
In

a drought it's the rain, It alleviates the pains
Been keeping man sane, nothing's the same all gain
I'm on a high now, fly now refusing to die down

made it happen working hard as hell so I could strive
So I'm very thankful for the pain and all the sacrifice
There was darker days in the rain, I can't

up
Then i re-up
Drinking water
Pass me the juice
In album mode I turn to a recluse
Bein in the booth just gives me a boost
Waking up it's just another

rap is the same
We got sex on our brain
We need His wisdom like rain
To erase the stain of the pain
You know His name you know the reason why he came

You are my ten thousand roses and I let you go
Before I make the same mistake just hold me in your arms
We belong you know it in your heart
Look where

on getting paid
Well when it rains it pours plenty liquor you poured
When you lost one of yours now they body up in a morgue
You betta renew yo top 'fore yo

I still make it rain
I'm a plane nigga so I call it Billy Jean
I look up into the sky and then I see my guys
I wonder why it was their time, like why

of woman
I swear it's something about you that I can put my finger on it
Just know that I got you and promise to keep it a hundred

But you gotta do the same

I still make it rain
I'm a plane nigga so I call it Billy Jean
I look up into the sky and then I see my guys
I wonder why it was their time, like why

Ride around with the heater (Sticks)
Get your ass smoked, Huh (Bitch)
But it's not no joke (No)
Bitch it's Rubber Clan (Yo)
Hang him by a rope (Hang his

in the same cuz we all born to a grave/

When the light is fading and you gamble it all/
cnd everyone is saying you're a lost cause/
Pause and take

you wanna do, nigga
Aight, look, we tapped in
Shit, they ain't think I can do it
Shit, when I fin this whip they just might think I drive a NASCAR

heart are the same
Its written on your heart not to kill, your better than smashing your babies brain
So when the catheter comes to drain just remember

this shit and I'm gon' throw it in they face
Ducking indictments, took the Greyhound out of town, I skipped the state
I just pick up four pounds, no, I

MAC popped
And that was just the cans I got hands too, let's slap box
They called me Lil' Quik in that sandbox
Case the newer fans wanted the drop

breath
I smoke my Newport to the butt like it's the last 'muthafucka left
Just me and you 'evadin enemies
That you get my last shot of Hennessy, you ain't

of my elastic image
As soon as that happens, it'll be legendary
But for now, I'm underground suffocating in this cemetery
Forever bearing feelings that

Airplane

Crucial Conflict

Good Side, Bad Side

1998

put it on my nation, hit em high, low, murder is the flow 

we can throw down in the middle we can clown 



To all my homies locked down 

you

kirko Bangz
I know everybody change I just wanna stay the same
Hold time looking for pain thought I was stuck in the rain
They throwing this dirt on my

heaven from hell
As long as I can tell, only lies come from hell
What a country
I wonder why but it gets confusing
I just sit and write poetry, and try