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grinding to the day they put me in a body bag me
To give my kids a future that I never had
When you serve a pluck by your daughter and you don't feel no
and lunge it
The truth is pain so they numb it
Can't let that honesty come in
Day by day say I'm gonna quit
If I don't just write a hit
My ex say I'm not
day
Nobody like you ever passed my way
Maybe it must be too much sun
Couldn't be my hat, must be too much...
Wait a minute! is that you?
What's that?
Puff like Rick Williams call me Miami Dade runner
Days of plunder for a pirate, that's OK, gunner
Dashin' through the field by trees, call me the blade
me back in strife
Flowing water how you speak for me and love me like a wife
There's an old woman sweeping down by Jim's drug store
My lips once knew
a needle to the vein.|And I smoke em by myself these days,|They're bad for your health everybody says.|But after watchin her walk away,|I don't feel
Pain a blessing in disguise
Pain is art from the heart
You can see it in my eyes
I hate that y'all ain't by my side
Shits hard n I fell apart
This
HARRIET RODE HER CHARIOT
TO THE TUNE OF THE SKY CHART BY THE SAME NAME
SPEAKING OF NAMES, Q AIN'T MINE IT'S QUEEQUEG
TOO MANY Q'S AND U'S FOR FOOLS THESE
down police dudes say keep it peaceful
These run down streets is cruel and you people are lethal
Crowd shouting vitriolic rhythms that they sing to
This
A modern day caste system singles you out
Until one day it catches you, wonder what's it about
It's time to wake up these polarized masses
Of easily herded
without it, for real
I'm ready to get money forever, but look
Most days I'm out my toes, for the promise
All these hoes really for the streets
How your ho
as I lay back take drags and expire
Sped by ya on my flying nimbus
Climb to dizzy heights while we supply ya with these violent scriptures
Nito, I make
when im coming in these DayZ
Screwin up ugly Ur ugly wife Fuckin day by day
I just want to touch you never heard no fuckin name
J Style be the one with
changed since the Jim Crows days with all them lynching
Kumate rap Kwame Krumah slap
Kunte Kinte Kundalini fighting super laid back
Paula Patton
Jim Jones: Go... Could you be my psychiatrist and make
sure that my brain is right
And I heard that you love to sue,
you betta make sure that ya aim
I take pain & make it flip
I write my wrongs, it make these hits
Like Jim Abbott wit the mit
Man I ball hard & I won’t quit (ya)
Stogie
Buss it
I see
Hey Big Spender spend, a little time with me
This here is Givenchy, 900 dollar jeans homie
All these girls be raunchy
Like let me see your peen
the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love
and watch life go by
These thoughts I have, I can't mold the sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born and raised in the outer lands
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts I have, I can't mold the sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born
hectic
But get arrested but get respected
Piss infested, dislexic
Take caution money, for extortion money
Girls fate just for abortion money
Honey no day
Am I a man that younger me would love? I probably am
I got these hands, elbows and knees, legs and my feet
Training three days a week for rappers who
the cab, drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath
I'm undercover so I'm dressed in turtleneck and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left
venomous
Dividing us by differences
But you see the difference is
That we take the high road
Patience never gets old, climbing up through the hole
Jim Crow,
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