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always falters
Happy dreams become ambition's call
The simple joys of life are replaced by cold hard pride
The world is big, his town looks old and small

believe
That we can do anything
And the real world wasn't quite so real
Livin' life just how we feel

I feel like it's the fourth of July
It's our very

that we can't keep stalling
Shift that pack have it gone by the morning
I paved that path now they all wanna walk it
But don't pay credit
Oi likkleman

done got the office
It's bargaining for the profits
My pockets strong as a squadron
Private timing, big boss shit
Still I'm making records off Macs, old

pathetics
Want lives to be twice as complete

In every encampment the virus runs rampant
Yet they march through the streets by the score
Hatred blocks out

Life of the Living

Jeffrey Gaines

Toward the Sun

2002

The world we live in everyday in and everyday out
Can be quite troublesome
But the only things that we can change, control
Or re-route are the things

Half of you lot will know him as well
Turns out big bro was mental
Well thats what they said at the time
Nowadays its schizophrenic
But das tomayto

and get by but in my 
Head 
I won't get mine 
Cause inside I realize 
I'm deprived and on the out I disguise 
My lonely self with a big lie
So I remind

matching hate for hate does not heal the heart)
(But it's only by forgiving that you truly thrive)

(I'm thankful I always have many real friends)
(Globally

Had to tell some old Nigga this is the new world pop it’s strictly business 

Piece a the pie so many wishing 
The same people who back then never

drown and lose faith/
B/c trust me by this time I clda found a new face/
Nah, this love is what I feel for you/
Its mutual, this love I know you feel it

The trouble is I have a hard time taking sympathy
The muddle, the middle son, the punishment to my lungs
The bleak world we live in
It's divine scenes I've laid

to mend in a world that's cold
So much bullsh*t we've been told
Not as good as the days of old
How will all of this sh*t unfold?
Blind to the lives

Street life ain’t the life to live
So I go hard with rap just to
Make it easy for my kids
Communicate through these ad-libs
Don’t see the big pick,

ain't got a million dollars but it's not nothin'
A milly gon' be spare change from what I got comin'
I had to live and learn
Twenty five years on this

They all just play along
It's just CCG versus the world
Until the day I'm gone
I've been on Billboard charts
But I've never been on Sky News
They ask

dumb and blind
Throw in our hands
When we're tired of the dance
We'll find our own land
In the Sunshine
We will be alright
As long as we live by our own

'Cause day in, day out, 
Big skrils what its all about. 
Boy I live my bankroll. 
Don't feel cool if it ain't too old. 
Gotta get cabbage, gotta get chips.

at this life
I can't do it by myself! Put me in the
Grave just don't put me on the shelf! All
I'm asking for is strength just
To get me through
This hell

the soul of
An old man, nigga lost mine
Wanna come and hold hands
Join in and we can be
A movement, do big things
And probably shoot a movie
Nigga quit with

world and new butterfly mysteries
Through the trees in the woods
Down by the river... Singing

I want to be elastic
Wouldn't that be fantastic
Round here

It Was Written...Again

Shredders

Great Hits

to say
Last days, fast lane
Bombs from Pyongyang might touchdown
Then it's ball game
Ay, 'til then I'm rappin' by my last name
And the name remains

the coldest shit, 
It’s no wonder why I’m still some people’s favorite rapper cuz, I get doper by the year, it’s like I’m aging backwards, 
No more hidin

Finna make you sick, get to starting  something but are you gon finish it
This is my world nigga, you just get to live in it
Swear I just be talking but