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will die poor
Stop crying about it and please kill the one
The one that is robbing your wife and your son
So join me, kill me, but be a free man

thy Barley:
Twenty more shall purchase delight,
Thy person I love so dearly,
If thou wilt stay by me all night,
And gang home in the morning early."

Walk by, on your own, keys out, on your phone
Cant wait to get home, safe place is all alone
Fists fly, blood flows, cover up, who knows Stranger,

Son of God
Humanity, Son of man
Emmanuel, Messiah God
Emmanuel, Messiah God
Be near me, Lord Jesus
I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever
And love me, I

the chiefs making history, seeing our son 3rd birthday would of been something for you to see, you passed away on my daughters birthday, that shit fucked me up

Keep the Faith

AJA

Master of Ceremonies

2011

gettin' sunburned! [inhale]
Live 'til I'm old know what my daughter and my son learned
Life is all real, my nigga. You get one turn! (one turn!)
I'm

this entire crime
And stop killing the innocents
Greed
The thing that is getting fed
By all the things that we need
But that never get seen
And God
Thing

of peace
A time for change
But in a moment all was raised to the ground
Could it ever be the same
Some Mothers son or daughter lay in wait
And blew some

Neighborhood Hoez

Freddie Gibbs

Cold Day In Hell

2011

Sitting back, getting by dick sucked by the neighborhood ho
East side local 304, stay twisted off that reefer smoke
Stay twisted off them potent

forgiveness
For our wrongs
For all the hurt we caused and prolonged
Times we was weak you stayed strong
And we repaid that by hustlin' crack
Out the back

shoppers without a lick of sense
Every single one of us, Abraham's daughters and sons
Monkeys with money and guns
Monkeys with money and guns
No good from

Jah teaching us livity in this time,
To our ancient forefathers, mothers sons and daughters,

Before there is peace voted,
We want to see at least see

mendem
Geda mendem gena mendem
Gena men-den

Dung dere in the ghetto I go
Where sufferation I once know, ey
Mummy an daddy, all a' we so poor
We all had

the judgment seat
Faithful love grafted us into His family tree
Children of the Promise the Son has set us free
Beloved sons and daughters chosen by the King

always be
You can't take that away from me
Hey there angel by my side
See my daughter smiling like her mother
See my son there shining just like dad

And sing, O daughter of Zion
Cry out, O child of mine
And dance with all the strength that you can find
For you are finally home

Sing, O son of Zion
Shout, O

You're about to ride in
 You said that You would pour Your Spirit out
 You said that You would fall on sons and daughters
 And so come
 Oh come, Lord come,

A mother's love, close enough to touch
A false front was all it was
A passion so fake, controlled by the play
On the darkest of days, the daughter

through my head
And angels sing above my bed
No more guns
No more dead daughters and sons
No more guns
Let my friends be the last ones
No more guns
No more

shhh, free Stamina
I back this wap, high calibre
You're still my son, I'm not mad at ya
Got smacked by slaughter
When I brucked him he left his daughter

of God 
It's His love for his daughters and sons

So keep running, running, running
Keep running all your days
Keep running, running, running
There is

this shit foreal my names on all the bills
Don't need to say another word my actions speak foreal
Decorated vet respected by Navy Seals
To whom do I owe

to the text of the perverse molestor

Sing my words of praise
In the names of your sons and your daughters consumed by this plague, we will slay
The savior who

Sing while I wipe down the awning
Hey y'all, good morning

Ice cold piragua, parcha, china
Cherry, strawberry, and just for today, I got mamey!