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of the bystander effect
Better rush to make the transfer said the strike of the hour
In debt to the strike of the hour at best

This life ain't for everybody you

now got my grip on power
It grows stronger and stronger by the hour
Part three is a crescendo well worth the wait
It’s worth taking all that time to be

of the piano
Actually it was less than ordinary; I was as bored as a pair of Empty nesters
I had no purpose, no songs I wanted to play, and no creative ideas

real quick
A blink and then it’s all she wrote
A theme that follows me as my story goes
Down dark roads the youngest of three
From across the street
Hard

on getting you in the showers and sexercising you for hours
Why use a bench press to work on my chest when I can work my hole body out just by having sex

Look

less consistent
I'm not suggesting I'm victimised 
By these unique until now government guidelines
People's lives could be much worse than mine
Little

rush failures
Because there is no glory in defeat

Water won't ever be hotter by itself
Trouble your mind it won't tire itself
Your mind needs change
Not

of that (facts)
I need ownership (facts)
Nothing less than that (facts)
I’m a fuckin king (facts)
N***a thats a fact (facts)
It’s two type of people on some

a month went by before that four hour flight brought me back to you
From that day on you've been on my arm and the wedding bells later pursued

Damn this

at all the waves we started 
The hours we put in
When they left us in the darkest 
All up in our minds when we Sleepin on the carpet 
Honest 
We came from

it comes to my art I must admit it
Sometimes I'm super sensitive and I tend to forget
That my worth isn't defined by a rating from a critic
I'm nice

sometimes I'm coy
I'm still just searching for what brings me joy
Waking up early for less than a hundred
Investing in stocks you know they just plummet
Don't

axis
Throw those savage blows, damage foes
Beating Breez is like meeting
Three average hoes

No man's land
Nothing less than the real advance
Where we

cool places on hot summer days.



The smallest of armadillo grows to 6 inches weighing less than a pound and the largest grows to 5 feet in length

come with a rush, that's what make it a plus
One for the money, two for the load
Three, if you with it, tell me who you do it for
I said one for

the air

From the skidmarks of the finest felt
To the Echelons of Orion's belt
I contort out of orbit, a Truman Show Sunday three blank pages from forfeit

proud of me now
At the age of twenty three on a daily basis bitch I'm feeling down
Climbing up the money tree racing got my feet lifted from the ground

said before that I wrote it from 2017
Recorded all of it early hours in winter time
(It was cold)
Nothing ever stands in your way when you are determined

up by the vets
Givin hope to the kids feeling less, than the rest
But it's still one question that is left on my quest

Who am I
Where am I going
How

a motherfuckin' job)

Why were we
Born in a system where we gotta pay
By forkin' over eight or nine
Hours a day
I know hard work is imperative
To keep us alive
But

Baby from the east side take her to west side (West side) 
Throwing up the gang signs
Higher than the satellites Fuck you from the back 
While you

takes
When you black and tryna educate
From the other side of the interstate
Cause the schools where I'm from
Lose funds and raise crime rates
Catching 3

an instant
Shin splints don't scare me
Pain greater than my everyday's a rarity
So imma take one, two step
My three, four best, forget
Discomfort is less when

a butterfly collar!"

The next half hour was the same old thing

My mother buying me clothes from 1963

And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate

I asked