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MIND,
BY FAITH WE LIVE UNTIL PARADISE
MY DITO'S SONG IS FOR YOU, FOREVERMORE.
REMEMBER ME EVEN WHEN YOU'RE OLD.

NEVER CEASES TO AMAZE
MAKES TODAY

tried to make it work something you could never see
Everything I thought and knew that we could be
That old school love turning pawns to kings
I was

Dead kids society shout out to my peoples
Coming at you with that boom bap old school 90's shit
Scriptures I write and I spit
DKS we the posse and we

the times I got my creep on
And times I cut her off on every subject that she speak on
Got some people in the past, my by gone be begone's
But drama back then

high school where you learned that you're good
At math and things that are logical, so confused by the strange and emotional
You used to stay at your

come into your schools

(Another gorgeous sunny saturday)
Don't you remember?
(Your favorite songs by the city by the bay)

Marconi plays the mamba

is not for you
On my J-O with beats by Kanye, yo
My name on the marquee
Your name off the payroll
Style fresh like I'm still a day old
And it's been

effected by
The bombs deployed by the US
This one's forhumanity h-U-M-A-N-I T-Y
Yes okay

They are inside, they see blood before skin
Israel Funds America,

won’t break
Entrances are lessened by lessons we learn with mistakes
 
I’m feeling more inspired with every day that I breathe
Seeing bad escape routes

I wake up yea before the sun 

Climb in the life of rungs 
I keep on while you play my songs
Depict in a life of my wrongs 
Lessons that were taught

Due to Christmas

Composed by: Clara Holmes
Lyrics by: Clara Holmes

It's Christmas and I don't know what to expect
I'm much too old for Santa Clause

Day by day, same old song, right after school
Lost again, deep thoughts, her mind's on the moon
And I wonder, where's your head at now
Cause I'm

a stick
Remember steppin with my brothers schemin tryna to get some strips
Tommyboyz is my family we ain't no gang we ain't no a clique
We live by love

that old theme song
The tune you march to, from tuna to shark tooth
Darwin's tune, beaver to carp to moose
But not you, sitting on a barstool
Coveting

won't break
Entrances are lessened by lessons we learn with mistakes
 
I'm feeling more inspired with every day that I breathe
Seeing bad escape routes

I left the old me hanging by the neck
Light a candle rest in peace
They spoke like they know best when disgused by the hate it blends so easily
I

of love to keep me satisfied
But it's hard without an old friend by your side
You could have what you wanted
To drop the weight and walk away
You could have

was Morris Code?
Will you think about that when you are growing old?
Can you tell 'em this song is solid gold?
I guess I need to die first
And that's

Seems like the only way to deal with my anger
Is by taking it out on you look
You either roll with me or you get rolled over
Shit I'm so hungry I

(Try interfere, instill fear with COVID)
Racial injustice swept right over it (Mop)
Can't believe what a nigga old songs predicted
Tap out, hit a nigga

slept until my class was over
It was the end of school I'm crying while I'm walking home
Across the street a old man singing while he walked alone
I

you're on your own, I ain't gon' hold your hand
Bookie beats and they know that
Drop the new and it's laced with a little bit of old school
Like a Kodak

"Go to school, listen in and be good
And don't you worry what the bullies may do
One day you'll end up being their boss
For you, that's how the story

full up
Man, I'm cultural, feelin' old school
Cause it's noble, like Thompson when I pull up
Can't fool us
Boy, you know we never been snubbed
I don't