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he's lasting 
Whether it be months days years that we have him 
Please cherish every single moment that we have Jim
And I sat up sitting staring in my

to the sun side
My drive like Hyundai, better yet Hun-day
If these niggas not my equal, why would I do what my sons say
Vacated on a Sunday to sun lay with bae

make cakes out of these foes
These rappers are bad for the ecosystem
All of their bars are trash
They never do listen
Just wanna make a buck and dash

At my lowest they aint care bout how I felt
By myself sweated my way up your pretended love still unfelt 
These boys though Id bring em up with me

You gone do what you want
I can't control none of your actions or your moves
These bitches gonna do what they please
These niggas gonna do what they

of positive energy in the world
In Jesus name I pray, Amen

Yeah
It's me again, I keep on coming back
I write this by the candle light, while I'm painting

Rooms

Jim Carroll

Dry Dreams

1982

By jim carroll and steve linsley

You're passing,
I hear your shadow through the door
It's outlined on my shade
Like a map of some foreign shore
If I

content isnt a word/being happy is absurd getting fed like a bird/It's the day that we're living/getting darker by the minute/no kiddin/u can feel it in

lived under the system, you now know as Jim crow
Where oppressive Black Codes and state laws created by those brutes
Trapped us in the burning hell

my phone Can't be stopped when I'm in my zone
Ballin' like my name, Jim Jones Bite my sweat, yeah, these some clones

Had to stay focused, had to stay

Huh 
Enough 
I've had enough 
I've had enough 
I've had enough 
Uh Huh
I've had enough 
Let's go
Swear I'm through with these bitches I done had

these empty days and nights
Glued to the screen
Rerun by rerun
At the dark outer limits of my soul
Stranded between
The green acres of my good intentions

Aye check this out
Don't compare me with none of these niggas
None of you niggas could feel how I feel nigga
Couldn't last a day in my shoes

were making strides until
clong came Old Jim Crow
The Reconstruction Era
Was demolished by white fear
Separate; not quite equal
For another hundred years

abundance well... Set up the buyers.. I got a meeting or two... Bet we come back here with profit

Little by little these days are the new system... Being

early Morning like a weekday she's Like jim my daddy so i do Whatever he say blowing all These other rappers out like it's My b-day If u wanna by Some

Dad told to stay on the books to be the smartest
And trust me pops I already I been with the knowledge
I hope I gave these n***** whiplash tryna hear

bitches act like Jim Carrey
Gettin' Dumb and Dumber by the minute it's bummer and shame
You favorite rapper sucks but feel like donuts getting glazed

What

stay for good
Pull the baddest on the planet, shit i think i could
With a fresh chop, wipin down the wet spots
In these dead stocks, talkin shit like Red

bitches, I bang all three
Say, "Yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be"
Them Billie Jean shits and they real

playing Jim
I turn't these times to our time
Now all my shots go above the rim
One route to the finish line
You take short cuts now your chance slim
Now we

man, those were the old days
Back when Romil was teaching me the basics
Small kid, big dreams, meant for chasing
I looked like Jim Carrey, but a little

Martin Luther, (I Had A Dream)
I'm connected to the Muslims like Malcolm X (By Any Means)""

""No matter how you live gotta live ya best, life is nothin'

The Evil That Men Do

Ras Kass

Soul on Ice

1996

Psssshh, I guess niggaz don't realize a good thing til it's gone
You know what I'm sayin man?
Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit's hard