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to country
Children are hungry
Is the coverup
Fraudulent
Like the American Red Cross
The eye is the media
Communicating
To the lost
In systems of segregation

to go and get by
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Let me go back in
Uh
I'm more connected with the music
I'm a born star
And the way I fuck the beat up
Like a porn star

Glory to God because He
Made a way for me
Cross on my back and that's word to my letterman
Take a step in the room
And it shake like an elephant
Just like

zoom! Now I'm off like that
Couldn't stay long, can't sit on bad vibes
Say she really love me now, trick bye bye
All the hoes wanna ride
When you

and he showing up on the floor 
Staying Ill 
Cole on that J like its Dreamville 
The vibes is on the top with the music I'm tryna sell
Cocoa might be young

we stay smooth
Down by the wayside they be like he mad cool
Smoke yeah he stay high floatin' across the astral
Looked but they can't find hooked up we

bi***** is poppin them bars

Put myself on when I rode by myself things out for a showdown/But I had to ghost ride the whip with the grip cause the window

this shit so much it’s like I’m out of wind
Yeah I brought that green up and it’s by the bin
Spread my wings out and I had to ride the wind
I’m a lion

gotta win
We Both was trynna grind and chase a M
While I was in cleats
He knocking niggas out they timbs
Knock the wind
Out a nigga if he cross my face

didn’t matter to win
You was gon blow like the wind yea
Guess if my name was like Zach or somn
You would prob go tap on my hat or somn
Tell me go get in

of the chains still remain
And yet there no hospital in sight
When the day comes are you ready for the ride
It arrives like a thief in the night

Only the father

Said it was marked by the tears of those who had marched, before him
Through lands dry like a throat when it’s parched
As he left the world he knew,

traveling through the veins of the main source

As the wind changed, you must rearrange priorities and adjust course
Built like Socrates, found guilty But I

niggas really sing, dance, and act the same
You lookin' at a rare diamond in the rough
I got you niggas hot like you just took a huff of rush

Onyxx Blu

let you know how I feel
It feel different sometimes don't it
Love changing like the wind blowing
Used to break bread with you
Champagne bottles popping

the afterglow was met by this feeling I didn't expect
And yet we rest chest to cheek
Then drift off to sleep

I feel like a joke but I'm not feeling the laughter

on my skin (gang)
Stash tools in the Benz (gang)
Flag blue like the wind (ay)
Planned to lean shorties for this bad mood that I'm in
She say she love

Never fronted like I'm innocent 
I've been sinning ever since a jit 
Should've cut you loose
I never knew the truth 
But me I just never quit
I'm him

Just saw your face again and remembered our good times
The time I first held your hand as we heard the wind chimes
The girl that I loved is now non

playin)
My addiction lost cause that Holy Cross
I was lost in the dark
A breaker of hearts
Big smoker of  pot
Now I go in the dark
And I glow like a spark

Yeah!
Every now and then, you've got life...
You've got life locked up in a chair...
Gotta grab life...
By its muthafxckin neck...
Look that

Like a lantern run low of oil the sun casts its last embers into a
multitude of diminutive waves dancing restlessly cross the River
Liffey. Moving

descendent
cooking in the sun its done put a fork in it
whizzing by wind in my vision
eyes glisten with slight rhythm
it is time we try different spice
to get

50 racks ina Fanny 
Feel like I won a Grammy I Was raised by my granny
Hot off a lick wit my brudda in a Cameory
My bitch a street fighter I call her