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and there
Back and forth, she’s everywhere
Deals with the mess and the dirt and grime 
And still packs a day’s work in by dinnertime

Dinnertime, when she

BY - PROPHETS  ASSURED OF 
A EUPHORIC PANTHEON
A DARK THAT DOESN'T MATTER - TO THE INDEFINITE ROADS OF TIME
I AM  THE CRYPT OF MY  ANCESTORS 
LINEAGE

the bosses up in office
Suffered a few losses, bounced back
And beat the odds nigga regardless
Send regards to all the familys of niggas that crossed him
Might

all the men, women and children
There's a grown man talking I suggest y'all listen
Back against the wall
Beat the odds like a champ
Never let myself

pop hot
Certi lines nonstop bop
I used to shell grimy drops
Two two rides with stock lots
Something like driving shops
With the music took time off odd

Trynna knock me out my position
Mama I'm a star they don't get it
Told me I cant do it and I did it
Went against the odds everytime I won
Real mud

They're lighting up their lawns already
Blowing up their nativity scenes
The evergreen supply is dwindling 
cnd so are my odds of getting to see you

against the odds and obstacles
We kept forging our way

Expect no understanding
For what you love doing
They barely scratched the surface
Of the all

v1:
odds against me
mountains up ahead imma stay in my lane 
the ground like a tightrope
your voice ill follow
im not playing their game

ill be

I'm learning the ropes
But I got the game by a noose
I said
Y'all ain't fuckin ready for what
I am letting loose
I know
Y'all don't see my vision
But

take shit from a nigga like me
I deserve this shit I done paid my fees
I been jumped out back by some hoes ten deep
Stabbed in the back still stand

something to eat
I could predict the weather for you

He talked of the talent with which he was blessed
""It's an odd sort of gift, "" he explained
""But

neck on line

Hanging by a thread they really hung me out to dry

I turned my pain into pleasure turned the flow into  ice

When I said the futures

feelings that everyone fucking took
I'm being judged by family on the outside
So I just stay locked in trying to hide
But when I make it they wanna ride,

it by the book
So I'm gonna stretch it like cook
Even if the odds against me
Well I don't give a fuck

Got shit to take care of
Got shit to take care

possible so you could see
What happens when you use your talents for G-O-D
I'm braking all of the rules
Cuz the rules were devised by fools that couldn't

just to start dying 
Do what we like, we'll keep defying 
The odds of a generation gone insane 
We're still alive - feel out pain 
I got nothing but I

I talk, but there’s no sound
Numbness comes and takes me down
To somewhere unknown

I hear, but do not process
I’m surrounded by so much nonsense
I

crossin' that line
If you're gonna play with my mind
Am I gonna survive

Play the odds cause I can't hold out for long

If you're gonna play with my mind
If

Talkin wit ya ex
Feels like flirting with death
But talkin to my momma
Feel like talkin to God
But i gotta go soon
I’m at the mom and pop
Plottin by my

comin' out speedin'
Billie Jean callin' me, talkin' 'bout babies
Nigga, fuck the odds, I'm breakin' out even
Black pepper on my cutlets, chicken

Written By: Hugh Prestwood

Well hello, never thought I'd see that face again
Lord I can't remember when the last time was
But here you are, hidden

I'm sorry
I done came up against all odds
I don't switch up on my squad
We do not talk amongst no frauds
I embrace all of my flaws, let's get it
Can't

they ghost
Got liquor by the cases glasses up let's have a toast
To never giving up I can't go back to being broke
Feel like I been locked inside