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and pain
Meant it was no use
Cause' you borrowed more
On these stairs of marble
For your heart of stone

What's gone a
What's gone astray
These eyes
These

this freedom it ain’t free?
Marks on my back the public in whole see
Give that man a movie an suddenly know me
James Browns living in America
I feel

word or I'm on rott in a cell by myself
Even if you don't come, I'ma stay strong, always be alone, I ain't joining no crews
But if I make it through,

Cut, stab, chop, ouch!
Welcome to the Slaughterhouse!
Left your daughter out
Now I got her by the pouch
And I'll turn her out, with my mouth
'cause I

stay I love the way you make me feel, so right
Every time I slide by I get excited, excited excited to see you
Girl I love your presence I need you
I

only room for one more while I am at your ear or; at your door
Come on in... sit, lift your chin. Let me drop what knocks you out...
While I'm spitting

dinner plans there was another man
I ate you instead that night
Did I enjoy the meal? No but I enjoyed the feel
Of having you out of my life
I loved you so

Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into

It was like building a home, installed a window unit by your bed and then slept in my jeans with our phones dead on the windowsill. No one to call.

through ya speakers
Speaking all these facts but I aint no damn preacher
But they say I'm preaching
Soakin knowledge seeping in the fuckin crack of my mind

tapes
I was rhyming by the time I turned eight
From the porch I learned how to throw my Fist
From the porch I saw my daddy finger Flicked
Fuck me, nah,

it's hard to go against what gets me by

you know you feel danger
but there's something even stranger
just an itch for a mysterious encounter

yes, i'm

I miss that life
that constant strife
the ache in my bones is gone
is no more

I miss your face
sweet, sensitive
I dream of it now
as I drool and I

shop clothes yet we all still wearin em
Snap more pics and we all still sharin em
Post our lives and we all comparin em
Make mills, take pills, fake

of knowledge skewered her vision
Subtle problems rampant expelled though clearly was driven 
My new school was worse wasn't no sistas at all
Confused looking

is heavy
I say I want more and yes I'm ready
Staying out the way no time for being petty
This the second verse and I'm done wit it
PRPL on the beat

Well in 1919, a legend named joe hill he met his fate, joe said it's pie in the sky, that's a lie 
Take more than guns joe said, to kill a man

Gerontius:
I can no more for now it comes again,
That sense of ruin, which is worse than pain, 
That masterful negation and collapse
Of all that

old song again
Embracing that age
More pictures in frames

Kisses goodbye
Looking back at good times
All went by so sudden
I didn't see that coming
This

lyrically
I been just working, improving, the skill in me
Shit, man apparently, 
Ain’t no one caring, about any message
I bring, or a diary 
That I been

LOWRIDING LOWRIDING

WESTSIDING WESTSIDING

AS I JUMP ON THE MIC 
I SPIT WHAT YOU LIKE
AS I’M COASTING… 
RIGHT BY THE OCEAN  
THREE WHEELING… 
LOVING

shorts back
Won't you try to cover up
Practice that exclusiveness
Make a man respect the game
Call me by my first name
Baby aint the same thang
Hate

When I need that shit man I hit up my guy
He hooked me up with that foreign supply
The way I've been living thank god I ain't die

You better be lucky I

put them shorts back
Won't you try to cover up
Practice that exclusiveness
Make a man respect the game
Call me by my first name
Baby aint the same thang