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World colder than days in February
We strive to make it out by any means necessary
And this the reason I send money for the commissary
My confidence never

seem so uncertain
Tell me how can I shine when I can't see past the curtains
I'm searching for answers but can barely scratch the surface
And this four

the sky
As it sets me ablaze, overexposed to it's rays
Outraged by injustice but too black to emote
Because the slightest sign of anger and its murder he

floor (Floor) aye (Aye)
Painkiller papi, now they know he name

Another day, another pregnancy scare
Getting older by the second I fear
In past years was

To word it
So bluntly that evidence surface

I live my life in the sticks 
If I quietly sit
Then I barely exist 
I live my life for my kids
And Im not a fan

dresser like them medicaid pills
Death on your shoulder with odor stronger then saurus
Terrorized by the people with symbols and different orders
With

time to shine, with all 'em years gone by
It's your time to rhyme, experience divine
Ensure you're heard now, don't you act like a mime
Lost as a child,

Get Low

Roscoe

Young Roscoe Philaphornia

2003

let's get doe
If you a soldier, let's get low
But keep it gangsta anyway ya go

I'll ride with my brothas, die with my brothas
Drive by pull

from? North Weezy
At the time growing up wasn't easy, please believe me
So even though the ends is picturesque and leafy
Underneath the surface, it is

underground
Ain't nun' better than alone
Ain't nun' better than alone
I'm by myself nih' and all that shit so...
Loco with a motive
Motor like a locomotive

vacation
I was a bitch
I thought we'd be better by now

Home is a circus
But just on the surface
I'm puttin' that family love back on the shelf
Home

admirer
She decide to wave
I decide to say hi
See her stand and grin
Feel her hold her excitement in
Distracted by me she hits her cart
Boom, blow, damn,

what does love bring?
Some fake for clicks, our generation has taken love out of sex

Six feet deep under debt
I'm inept hanging by a thread
Now they

your mind up
Open your mind, man, open your mind, yeah

Is it God and thе people or the church that you service
Don't leave by the Bible but rehearse all

I can take
Internal bleeding, surface remains clean
Suffering (suffering), we abandon

Unearth the saints of struggle
Through the lows

going for another long dive
Some call me Father
Others call me Johnny Topside
Long forgotten
I was swept up by the wrong tide
Thought my bed was made
But

on the surface
I hope that you don’t feel worthless you’re sterling we all need a break from exertion
Some clowns don’t belong in a circus the bible ain't got all

the pieces all together by the end then what's the point in trying to finish
No I'm not suicidal
I'm flipping through the Bible feeling like a new disciple

waiting for? I blaze them all I'm past hot
Fuck you, fuck your team, fuck your mascot
Trash talk talk trash walk past but don't look
I can tell by the vibes

control

It’s where I’m put in

Going to war with a mind of my own

Dying to meet Mr. Shakur

Blinded by riches and gold

Till I see the light at the end

right now
Fans in the stands by now
But they don't even know about the sound
And the boy been 'round what did I gross
5 thou 5 thou
5 thou keep it 10 toes

The pleasure of the texture
Is somewhat therapeutic
I've never found it to be coarse
Rough or irritating
I'm sick of smooth surfaces
I prefer it grainy
With

I'm so far from perfect
Guess they'd never know it 'cause I never really show it
Yeah, I'm calm on the surface
Zoom into my being, there's alarms

Case study
For years, I've been hiding behind this mask of vulgarity
Discouraged by incessant invalidation
Defeated by the lies of the confused