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of their hands Dance the golden-paved streets, in the land of Divided peoples, some live by their roots What's the label on the gun? How many times did
without his title I’m just barely getting by, getting high and writing rhymes Tryna make a mark on this world before I die So who am I? Who am I to say
students saved my life By the time you’re hearing this your favourite Scribe will have a wife Pain is dark as winter nights I’m tryna live to see the light
And watch my ghost hunt that ass down I'll grab your feet at night and tickle your back bone with a blade And blow your fuckin dome with a gernade I'll stick
Crash test babies and the low life ladies Sell their hearts and souls to the night. Redlight district, the misguided misfits Roam the streets 'til
murder them" (X 2) Last night a bitch bust my crib and found a carcass Tried to press charges But I walked free regardless Like, Tony Montana My trigger
Watch the sun set on the city. See the night creeping up bringing the shadows of death. He runs down the alley with gun shots around him He dodging
Worthy (yeah!) He's Worthy Counted by the children
dinner Toys and new action figures The love never ever missing Game nights and memories Uncle, cousin, sister, please Come and hug me Come and touch me
Well, Miss Emaline Lived just down the street, And when she walked her dog She'd walk in her bare feet She always was hummin' a tune, But words
apartment low rent Dazed I cover my ears like hand free phone sets Solitude devours this lowly war vet Like old women with no children and four pets I go vex
at an early age A child of conflict in so many ways At night, thieves of life roam streets til the light Let off a violent lullaby, what's normal is horrifying
HERE ICONS WILL FALL ONCE AND FOR ALL A HEART-SHAPED PIECE OF WOOD ST. CATHERINE BY THE WELL THE BIRDS ARE IN THE AIR STREETS HAVE NEW NAMES THE WAR
to play around the way Those were the good timez, Growing up as a child, carefree, Momma said I was wild by three Even pops showed me love he was there I
I was in a car Sitting with my mother A couple miles from home at a store just down the street And I was getting restless But nothing seemed
to try to help him keep his son, and now he's in an unmarked van stealing children off the street. So I got stoned and opened up my mouth. Feigned surprise
people on the street ~ THEY NEED TOUCH ~ Cyber junkies, losing sense of reality ~ IT MEANS SO MUCH ~ Surrounded by machines without a bit of soul Ignoring
Extermination. Nights of endless fulfilled with days of torment. Men turn to killing-machines. Streets turn to battlefields. Where we shed
here but you Last night I watched the sunset from the Arc de Triomphe And I lost myself in paintings by Monet And I made this little promise
of town Oh, what a friend this town has in Jesus If you look at what John Roland has tore down Before the spirit touched his soul He kept the streets
of town Oh what a friend this town has in Jesus If you look at what John Roland had tore down Before the spirit touched his soul He left the street
children...as the World turns ..gravity pulls..we hold it down..It's Q..D...T...and Me...The best pound for pound Vs.2: IQ & T-Strait It's
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