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On bright sunny days you can see my black shadow
Gats with barrels sucked under the apparel
And that's natural in a city with CRACKED statutes
Please believe

but I won't
I'm tired of arguing
So don't begin with what cannot end
Because I'm tired 

You're defined by having an open mind
Yet you close me out

Selling Live Water

Sole

Selling Live Water

a threat.
Give me some of that good old-fashioned electrotherapy.
So what if I dress like a terrorist, walk like a bug, or am dumb like a journalist?

Spending My Inheritance

The Badlees

Diamonds in the Coal

1992

guess Old Father Time's put on one hell of a show
'Cause the older that I get it seems the less I know 
I found the road to riches was just a private

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Hit Crew

Rhyme Time: Kids Activity Rhymes

2003

Nelly Kelly loved baseball games,
Knew the players, knew all their names,
You could see her ev'ry day,
Shout "Hooray!!" when they play.
Her

Teepee on a Highway Blues

Sole

Selling Live Water

A good portion of devotion on sale 
To the stale-skinned, rummage-happy everyday troop. 
Got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers

to the bottom
I wallow in sorrows, by the start of tomorrow
New drug ill be tweaked to my peak off some shit
Sell all this pain stop, I pour up this rik
Houso

I come from a small town
Roll in,  sit around 
Talk about the weather all day 
Yeah my daddy worked the land 
With calloused hands 
And at  night I

and self-assestment
Truth is if not for COVID, Trump would've won re-election in a landslide
So we evaded armageddon, for good old store brand oppression
But if

I want to be

I've known you so long and maybe too well
All of the boys, you kiss-and-tell
Though, I'll never be them. See, I'm just a good friend

I'll Never Get Over
Written by: Kenna West, Lee Black & Jason Cox

Life is more with memories 
Both the good and the bad
Some will remain and others

the base-
ment,
broken leg,
in a weakened state, 
home sick on a week day,
Munchausen by proxy.

You want me:
20 years from now, 
no one else around, 
singing

part of what it took to create it
Old girl .. Cold world
May have made me jaded
drugs made me crazy ..
But I stayed creative
When there was no heat

1 for the money, 2 for the streets
3 for the niggas with the gangsta-ass beats
A .45, cause I'm up to no good
6 plus 4 plus 1 for the hood
Steppin

diamond in his ear
down by the gym, I was about to go in, that's when he asked me
if you still sometimes come back here 

you gotta let that go
those

to Nate Dogg
Got a call from "What's her name" just the other day
But she can take that fine ass and head the other way
Cause I'm not falling back to all

know me, dont pretend now
I'm so lonely, in my head now
You dont know me, dont pretend now
We fell off, no we ain't friends now

I been getting good this

the chit-chat wouldn't want the whiplash
Come back when you really are a big-man
Thinner than a tin can, Yeah, you're sick man
Not in a good way either,

a good portion of devotion on sale 
to the stale-skinned rummage-happy 
everyday troop
got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing 
and peers watching

not change a day
I won't waste my time for the corrupted goals
It's pay back time and I never get old...

No place to call home
I wonder what it's like

lake that we swam in felt just like a raging sea

Shooting stars were still good for wishing on
And old appliance boxes took us straight up to the moon

still
As they hide In their own little world
Is It a passion, for limelight that's growing cold
Lackluster fashion, is their style getting old
Into

Drying up in conversation still
My head was halfway round the world
Working through your sleeping hours
Driven by the promise of a quick return
And I

last blunt but I know where it's at
Hit my nigga Bigzanie get me a fat ass sack
Snatch the eighth it's gonna last me half the day
Sippin on bombay 4 54