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Back to the old WISE 
Not liking the new me
My eyes have been opened up by the people who screwed me 
My cries fallen silent upon the ears that

The crowd walk by
They don't see what is inside
Don't see the power
Of the flames within her eyes
She is beyond the vanity of their world
Free nature

to hide away

Join me as we open on a heavy set
Bride as she cries on her wedding dress
Cheeks getting wet ‘cause there's something
She would never guess

Why

Head comes first 
Then they hit you hard
So you start to cry and breath
To meet the world.
And I'm not coming back.

Armed with a uniform 
You

Hold so much shit in that sometimes my demons start to cry
Heard niggas plotting to turn me into a homicide
Ain't really stressing
I know them pussys

but I'll talk to you sooner

My dear my dear my dear I know you're lonely
An' I know very well that it's hard and it hurts but there's no need to cry

this Tears on the Polaroid
I get shook by this
I never knew
Love to smell so beautiful All I knew was the pain
Never knowing the gain Now I'm seeing it

makin’ you cry
Ah

Come ride me 
Like carpet girl
And I’ll take you 
To the sky

Hit it so good 
That you end up 
In A Different World
Like Jasmine Guy
No

I should've been there by your side
Should've, could've, would've
Cause now it's too late
I done lost my woman to a pill
That they use to lace
Lacing

fuckin' head
If I don't speak about abortion that's means more babies dead
Have you listened to Marley no woman no cry natty dread
Did you already forget

distress[00:38.25]This woman ain't my type she ain't the one[00:39.88]Tell her ass that we are done[00:41.26]I ain't confessing to no love this is war[00:43.21]And that's

Don't Be Fake

Bizzy Bone

Hipower Entertainment Presents: Team Hipower

just to wipe away my smile
Was it jealousy? Mad cause my hair was wild?
Ain't no vanity, never was surrounded by no enemies
One glass of Hennessy, mind

continue to press on
Make the shit by hand and bring it to they front lawn
Musical being with excellence to which I'm drawn
Kiss the microphone until

out
But my cars blocked off by a snow plow
The door opened up
It was this woman's Dad
My daughter called and told me all about the shit you said
Sir

bugging you keep on doing what you do

I'm a real woman, not a little girl
I was raised by the Queen
I deserve the world
I took you back, now look how you

it be fake
You the one I cant replace but now yo name is by a snake
Bitch I hear you telling stories you wont say it to my face
Only woman I call bitch

make it rain on top her bootay
We can even play Faneto sing and dance until we blue-faced
We can watch a woman cry for help in public 'til its too late

Keep Ya Heads Up

Ya Baby! String Quartet

The String Quartet Tribute to Tupac

2005

of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will

love poetry, but I'm not a fan of Gin
Studied Japanese, so I know how to say yen
I take religion quite seriously, it's no joke
Mamma told me to find

“fuck the other guys”
If they wanna do it I could stay and catch another ride
But I ain’t tryna see no mothers cry
So I say...
Baby There could be a lotta

But most of these youths can't shoot
So innocents hit by the strays
Our, future is fucked, that much is obvious
And I'm
Far from perfect so I make no

Look
Before I talk about myself
Tell me what's the price or value getting caught up in your wealth
When no one sitting by your side
And they tell you

‘cause you prefer lickin' on my cone
I don't judge a woman knowin' what she wants
‘Cause I want it too, bet you thinkin' no one knew
The way you was

me off the list, cause I am Going naughty
No picking numbers, no lottery
Never by luck to get to the top of the Buildings
Don't say you gonna do it,