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the type to make em work for it 
I just gave it up And threw it back
Hope you over look Everything that I lack 
Feel like I'm haunted by my past 
Can't hold

Let me introduce myself
A little man that gonna push the funk like the ash in a mantel shelf
Blow by the wind, moved by a sort of magic trick
Though

daughter
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmo who flows,

will stay shooting
Now she probably be thinking the kids cute
Now she texting me saying I miss you
Girl you miss who
Man chill out you're in love with my

or the two my guy
I'm the best ever. Who are you my guy?
Who mans is this? Who is you my boy?
I'm really him I'm the truth my boy
No tint on that seven-five

And never ate vagina
Mwah, I'm chef's kissing it
Still hate a hypocrite more than somebody
Who doesn't give a shit
Yeah, searching for someone to
Be

Yeah it's alive
It's alive

Yeah, Yo
I must be some kind of Frankenstein
Peep the way I'm designed
With the 9 by the waistline
Don't waste your time

gave me a voice
I’ve given you love, you given me art, awakening passion that be moving the boy, pause
You showed me how to stand up as a man and speak

Lithuania

Dan Bern

The Swastika

Auschwitz on the Day of Liberation 
She lives in San Francisco, a good job, just moved into a new house 
I've a friend who lies in her hospital bed 
After

LB Fam 4 Life

The Lost Boyz

LB IV Life

1999

ask the S girls, the sags
Play cards for the mingles
Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new artist
Yo we never knew who God is
Yo we ran with

can't blow this
Heads on my shoulders, minds in the focus
Grip on my life was trying to choke us
Few man came they try to poke us
Raided his home we

and got paid my own visit by god
The moment I saw the heartbeat, mines had stopped
I left the room speechless, man I was speechless
Tearing out my eyes out

time
Found when she left me lost was my right mind
So I write rhymes reachin' for my lifeline
Who wants to be a millionaire anyway?
I'm a penny away from

it's gross what we really gross for one week
Ay but you rocking with me boo how nice it must be
Baby be mine
I been criticized by people who don't have

can't go out without the stares, I can't ask for work without the stain on my hands
So you're saying you've moved on, claiming that five years is too long

quick
Klick cause they want you to be
Down with they clique klick Clique
But when door goes click
You can’t get out of it klick Clique
You see what being

like the Bennett kid
Fancy to see you round here, when its evident
So much entertainment from the women who could get it
But they mans hit they lines up

Think that you got it
Who gone tell the truth when the truth don't mean profit
I'll be the martyr that beamed through the fodder 
I got no comp man I feel

of someone who's been mistreated
To be the strongest I am chosen
With the rage of kid Gohan
See them tears in my eyes man you better run
And when I get pissed

would sleep
Inside my tiny head
I would cry and I would scream
Beaten to be a man
Before I even reached my teens
I'm not exaggerating
Where I'm from

can't take it no more
I step out and point the weapon
Who's out there I yell out and take a listen
No ones responding
This shits alarming
I could've sworn

was silent and long
It felt like the world was mute
I wondered

What's a kid supposed to be
Who's a kid supposed to talk to
I was left all by myself
I

part
 
Painting this neon path in this overshadowed city
For the kids who are sitting up late night with me and wishing
Stressed and swarmed by hyper

part
 
Painting this neon path in this overshadowed city
For the kids who are sitting up late night with me and wishing
Stressed and swarmed by hyper