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grew up in a place where you get stabbed over a cap size
Addiction's normalised, grannies puffing crack pipes
Product of my home-town, good heart with

your fucking heart that's pacing
Cosmic drag racing underground stations
Artillery is waiting
So beware of death by Kenny
Phoenix in this invasion yJ

through my heart on my sleeve, 
I swear it's hard to intervene when you're set up as a failure, 
And when your dream is in question, they never know what

If you don't drill the replica good
The bullet won't leave and pop zCBeats

More time just swing where the heart is
Yo, let me get my hands on Lil

her to follow me
I said that we'll have a good time
Babe, I'll have you home by nine
Babe, why can't you read the signs
I'll write a tome 'bout us

forgotten where you're from
And all your flaws that made you famous
Threats are painless, aim this at your heart to make the pain lift
Shape-shift on this

the back where the chops at
And I'm tryna say zae where the
Cops at
Boy i aint talking to you better go
You better move before i push with The pole
Got

pray to God that he sit back

Brodie said he was stuck in his ways
Steady watching he keeping the pace

On a drill he ain't showing his face
When

but Boulder, Colorado's where Ma raised the kid
Not by choice, she lost her voice cause pops was on a power trip
How is it, I could stay so friendly

hatin'
Made to break me
So I'm
Praying patient
Bathe in greatness
Make 'em hate me
Paid in pastry
Cake no bakery (Whoo)
Hi bed
I'm home
Little do they know

kids on the map
Smoking weed to relax forever
Searching for a map to a place where they ain't under attack

Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock

the last to know
I pay no mind to the back and forth when I'm back at home
All I know is my status quo is way above the average
So I rap alone
And you could

it all
The King getting beaten in the Roman Halls
Headed for a Roman cross, and heaven is His home and all
But He wouldn't give His home a call
soon

hell for you and how it ends is how it began. You're just a stranger to me
And it breaks my heart, feel like I don't even know who you are. I've been

Love Hurts

Poetess

Simply Poetry

1992

no praise
But I got a lotta negative words thrown in my heart like a dart
With the point of steel
Killin me softly at his will
The big one came

as a new edition hip-hop gospel

His style is a fossil
Hers a morning after pill

My shine Ray gun will make you smile 
Won't never make you hostile

They

Guys that say they manhandled
Him in their home
Let him alone, lock the doors of his home
All I need is gas and a match to
Match the pain that he gave

on
All of this child molestation in the homes and the police stations
But you're focused on a dude who ripped his penis off
And rapper putting balls in

hero caught up in his knot (bitch, you haven't felt me yet)
As the sun and moon drought and my skin rots
I'll take all their pain, give them the home I

third divorce
I can't save it from its current course
You can't say I don't deserve awards
When every word I source is a tour de force
Came from where

Underachiever

Qwel

If It Ain't Been in the Pawn Shop, Then It Can't Play the Blues

Homes are only shelters, only shelves of a man
Remote is where the heart is, the heart is gettin' bent
Yo, we can start right now, here in Chi-town
I'll

boost my effort
I ain't never giving up even when it took forever
I ain't listen to em even when the ops was doing better
Because my faith is measured by

Can't feel my chest or rest my nigga (fuck)
I really wanna think less my nigga
Wishing life was more painless my nigga (fuck)
Feel like my heart is cold

different sizes
Saint Joe take your supervisors and neutralize em
Then crucify em in the gruesome style of a group of lions
Your crew is dying and I ain't