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an r-e-s-i-and-g first
He didn't climb or work
There's not a dime in his life that he earned
I was inspired by the flightless bird
On a pack of cigs
And then since

It's Money, Power, Respect
It's what The Lox taught me
When I started out
I listened to SP
Nobody Believes Me
I was Alone in the Streets
My Life with

I've got a question
Can I get a second chance at life
I won't wreck it
I've learned my lesson
I'm free handing
El Capitan in
My underpants and
I don't

from them wars in them dungeons
At least he got his life
That's a dub in the gutter
But the rent ain't getting paid so that's a dub for his mother
Every

dream
Ask the Lord and He’ll supply
Shower love to him
More than what my mother could provide
‘Cuz these streets ain’t no playground and
Horse play is

working towards
Ain't never part of the plan
I've kept the garden well nourished
Growing on you no florist paper high
You sight seeing no tourist
As if I

One Life to Live

Shyheim

Ute Lemper Sings Kurt Weill, Vol. 2

1993

kicked for talking backwards
Puffin Backwoods, walking through the back of the hood
No protection, Stapleton section
Corrupt life, T.M.F. arch style, we

ain’t no support by the people I’m surrounded 
Cause ah prophet once told me you ain’t gonna get support from familiar faces 
Till you start to profit

than your face
Because they raised you
You're a piece of shit asswipe
Ain't no one to save you

You stuck up
Inbred fuck up
I'll punch your teeth in
You

hands full of skittles
Approach me like I ain't a man you better remember
I live by the woods and I'll take your life like the witch in Hansel and Gretel

sixteen bars:
Number one is for my family
Second for my sister
And the third for my granny
Four for my cousins, went
Five for my brothers, and
Six, seven

we hustle and we bubble
And we coming up fast
Ain't gon' never be the same
Since mom and pops past
The oldest one, child prodigy no doubt
Every since

to tell you heavens ain't real
You're a big kid, get your ego off the rails
Angels manipulated by seven second reels
This ain't the wrong side of heaven its

who gives a shit
I just don’t want this life to happen to me like some peers I used to kick it wit
Just a black man abiding by the law
At his choosing,

ashamed
Mom and dad was fighting like some dogs and cats
We was out of money, mixing colors at the laundromat
I was in the second grade playing with my

The ones who click on the link as soon as they get a chance
By now, I hope you know
Your time is never wasted when you give your listen
I’m happy you’ve been

like a gun
Motive at the park was a blur
I guess you call that Parklife
Night ain't slowing down
I guess you call it fast life
Always living high lives

back to me, call that shit karma
No no that you ain't putting an end to my saga
Is this possession it's blocking the trauma
Ain't cutting no corners I'm

Tell me what's the meaning of this stupid ass life
Got one hand on my gun the other grippin' my knife
Momma always tripping will I make it, Not quite

Ugh
Fuck
Shut the fuck up
Uh
Biggie Deez
Cooeee
Banjoe
Phone call from the boss at seven, twenty-three
Arrogant motherfucker, interrupting my sleep

heart grew even fonder
We was in the 7th grade now and by then was gonner
Lost in my own head I couldnt see no one beyond her
I was Day dreaming I could

mind right
no perfect time for a crime 
gotta rush they blindside 
low when the ground 
don’t end up in they eyesight 
Change cloths an cars 
double back

They're never gonna stop tunin' in on me day to day
Ayy, yo, bitch, I'm bout my bag
No time for the sad shit
Livin' the life they imagine
Rap better than

felt the pressure, i done felt depression (all my life)
Ain’t no telling it could change for the better or the worse
They wanna see me laying in