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would've given my life
But the wouldn't do the same for me

I stand at the gates of hell
I neglect my health but I just won't tell
I don't want no help
Cause

wave I be rowing
I know my brother is gonna find a way to escape from this moment
I know my friend is gonna be eating again and stand on his own
I know

on keep goin foreal
The more you struggle
The more you're going to heal
To hell with failure
Imma focus my purpose to help
Somebody reach to have a life

with you, I don’t understand
If you didn’t start the fire, then who really did?
Tossing matches then be the one calling fireman
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
My

the dimes and the pennies too
Cuz' we need changes, big, big changes
I'm straight from Kentucky
With the bluegrass, wild cats, coal
Oh we know
We got that

you're writing it you're dreaming about the first time your friends can hear it

You'd hope that it inspires them with the same passion that you born with

Damn my heart been put through so much
I don't really know how to explain this feeling right now
But it's going through it way too much
Know that

only chasing souls
Like Uncle George, in the A it only takes one bowl
Once I help God fill 'em up with the Holy Ghost
The angels gon' ahhh even bigger

know she tryna get her eat on
Feel like Wiz, you say you like me now, wait till I turn my freeze on
Wanna have my jit know I'm finna be rich and it won't

bout a job
Where I'm from by twelve years old it's stack or starve
This not fate I gotta take
No I can't give and I can't borrow
So just listen to me if

need you here
I think you should call or reply to my text

We'll get it going
Don't worry we can move step by step
I'm from the best side the one you

dropped from labels
For fuckin' with a nigga that's hot and fatal
I'm like the henny, rock the cradle to these little ass pre-schooler
Nursery rhyme niggaz,

the King
Having fun? Join the club
Tell the friends you bring
With my hearts, diamonds, I can do anything
Your minds are confined
It is I who can break locks

apart?
Tears of a little boy crying for some help
He used to doing shit all by himself
Pressure from his mama and his girl and his friends and the fam

Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now
Damn shit done changed now
Runnin credit

a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by

of my lyrics From jail
And haunt them like evil Spirits
Like what Taylor Swift Made
When I gave her aids
With razor blades
From Charlie Sheen
Like Harvey

 keep winning every single fight
So me I go wave my hanky pon dem
Drop another one with spanky pon dem
Bare woman and booze we party pon dem
This is

to raise
Sean Joseph, and then about five years later
Conceived a little Jesse on vacation to Jamaica, they was
They was living in Brooklyn, from

me

Everyday I heal a little more
From everything you said to me
With everything that was going down
I never knew that I'd be free
Now I'm living life,

seen you in a little while
Ever since Neo's passport expired
Tried to use my Nokia to call, when I dialed
Can you hear me now Verizon Guy just smiled

when everything begin to get funny like Mike Epps
Started coming home from work late with liquor on his breath
Scratches on his chest, what was shorty

where a new idea or an
old one in new form, is accepted by a minority,
while the majority is shouting treason,
rubbish, cook, communist, anarchist,

searchin' for his Flame Princess
You can play with my dreads, I really don't mind
If you wanna massage I can help you unwind
Relationships these days are so