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your Barney in the backyard
You dug it up with your bare hands—now that’s hard
Karma had a way of sorting that out
Fell out a tree, broken in pieces by

the dice.
To others this is a hell & you can tell by the sound & the smell. Equality is a facade, but if you black then you play against the odds. Supremacist

persons dey oppress some other ones 
When we are all Jah's creation and the posi(tion )wey you find yourself na by chance oh 
Na so so killings everyday

ya
I'm not such a bad guy, one day I might get to show ya
All that's been hiding behind these eyes that you're not supposed to
See, you'll fall for me

to
Hand over the child porn (hahaha)
In the pews
What do they use their minds for?
Some guy in the sky we should wanna die for?
(yup)
Come judgement day, i

to act, like I should care what other people think. It's cause of that that
I am always conscious of how I dress when everybody points and laughs
Like I'm

A genuine soul is a bit of a rare thing to come by
Gotta trust your intuition kuz energy don't lie
I did on my own without a hand out
I ain't tryna

grade
Life felt minuscule
Cousin killed in Puerto Rico
I was stressed
Best friend's sis passed
Is this a test
Surrounded by death
And my other cousin

I got ghosts

Yeah, and
This is not the scenic route
Close your eyes let me show you what I dream about
We fell asleep upon the ride home

defeat (Ah)
Gotta find the resolve to get up outta these sheets (Ah)
Hit the switch on my Keurig, get to grinding these beans
'Cuz how do I face the day if

the meantime, listen to me rhyme

In all honesty I'm probably one of the only guys
Who'd rather gaze into your eyes than stare all day at your behind
I'd rather

but got zero trophies
Lifted myself for being "chaotic"
But tilting again, sad story
Wait, there's funny one, my OG
3 communities shitting each other

and a Newport
I put my money where my mouth is
Number one anywhere the south is
Rich niggas, you can tell by the outfits
High tops, Versace, I'm on that boss shit

Heat sensor on the 'R, call me Call Of Duty
He a street fighter, hit his ass with the Hadouken
Back doored by a bitch, that shit too flukey
Gravitated

your palm
Close your eyes to see the stark
Look deep inside, what's the worst you'll find
(The truth is ready to awaken...)
Even if Earth is stormed by

And what’s best for me
I’d prolly take a peak
Then start cooking with the recipe
Huh
But then again i'm walking with God
Walk in faith not by sight
So when you

one anywhere the south is
Rich niggas, you can tell by the outfits
High tops, Versace, I'm on that boss shit

yes rick you said it, we have to change,

The lady in white
Desperado
Stay by my side
But you don't want to
Want you for life
But you don't want me, no more
The lady in white
I look into your

of love do you get?
Tell me the source
Is it till death?
I wanna provide open eyes to the real test
Tryna show you life is a prize, but it goes best

something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get

Big bang
Spark a lighter
Tryin to get higher
Get on cloud 9 and start a fire
Debatin lookin flyer
Faded hella tired
See a hoe maybe eye her
You know

Okay I'm all in, fuck it man I'm all in
I'm tired as hell but I gotta work so I can't call in
Remember back in the day when I used to think I was

loosin'

Momma, please dry yo eyes
Hold your head up and we can watch the sun rise
Sometimes we cry
Other times we fly
The sky is where we pose to be
God

I'm back to this
Watch tried to hold her hand I guess she had a broken wrist
We had met and I was every night hoe to hoe
I found a different typa eye