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for their share kings and queens don’t seem to care
Struck by fear we face the unknown be aware
This is not over, we’ll rise again
Up from the ashes,

on a Friday
To performing at Back To The City
Just under the highway and running on stage

The people listen when you really got something to say
Feeling like

gifts are promised blades that shackle down our throats

Lost in the silence
Pray for redemption

I am my own martyr
Forgotten by time, closing

wide open
pleading for help.
Now the city is drowned in pumice,
smothered by ashes
but death is not yet satiated
still hungry for lives.
Nature doesn't

lighters up
Put your fist up, put your lighters up

The don Jo’burg city icon
Turflon, hidden by the Sean John
Iced up so your girlfriend respond
Come here

at all the shit you sent her through
Out there startin' shit like the King T interview

I'm the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle
That's why we

When all is despair you are there at my side
It is you that is near it is you that gives ear
when I pray

You're lovely to me yes you are
You've been out

I'm overwhelmed by the fee
All for the chance to be free to raise up my self-esteem
Holding me back from all of my dreams
I'd rather start a new if that

cum
Pretty ass smile, nice waist, perfect titties
Residing in Baltimore, the streets, hottest city
Rest in peace bro, all I know is get money
Can't see

but
By day we gettin older
021 southside we reside
Moods change colors like the Antasari lights
And we drivin thru traffic on
A daily basis no

in the Wrld
(Huh)
You got niggas dyin' less than 25
I'm the dust like dope that got blown by the ceilin' fan
Stinky attitude wit my RUN PLK shirt
My

back to that internet page
New ways of making money but I keep old values
If you love me keep a picture of me close by you
And your wallet close

afraid
I brought back to the hood, and all you ever did was take away
I pray for patience but they make me wanna melt they face away
Like I once made 'em

afraid
I brought back to the hood, and all you ever did was take away
I pray for patience but they make me wanna melt they face away
Like I once made 'em

of blight

summoned from beyond by pathetic display
a ritual ignorance day after day
falling to their knees
the wicked, they pray
they beg for forgiveness
it

me though
I live by actual street code
I turn quarters to half a kilos
To have my links froze
Yeah, probably got a bitch on
Every block in your hood
So

out the city
Niggas try to act like they with me
But I know they ain't with me
I'm a smooth dude like Bobby Brown
I need me a Whitney
This the same

on Little Bo-Peep but made them all
We didn't sleep, surrounded by the elite
I'm from the sewer deep
Not if you from my suites
If you the can't compete
And I

the fan and show you blood from the kin
And my family always kept a tool by the lamp
Druggies gettin' started, it's a party 4AM
Everybody need me now

we got them sticks, they never say
Pray my niggas to beat them cases
I'm totin' this Glock
It ain't got no safety
Lost my mind ever since I signed that

til the whole block shocks til the earth quake
I’m hip hops James Dean raise the whole cities birth rates.
The plates on the booty say the name of my

of abroad
… and love
Cities were so grey, wilderness is so beautiful in Spring
In my heart I pray, this sweetness is such beautiful feeling
… and love
A song

popped
By the cop in the drop or you in your train truck 
Oh my God, guess what? Snipe' dot to your spot
Screaming please don't shoot we just trying

Litt 15

Wiki

No Mountains in Manhattan

Pissing off the kids that live with me
I live in a town well i'd say it's a city
That's got everything to give to me
I do get down pray say that I'm