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or to talk to my dad
But know I'll never get a reply
And that weighs on my mind, not tryin' to harp
But I have to live with this hole in my heart
And maybe

a bit of a suffering
So faith I found comfort in
Served in Church on a Sunday
By Monday, I'm harbouring sins
Sunday come again, repent and repeat

Speaking to your soul
 Listen to this hymn 
Damn best friend you really at it again 
Don’t play with people kids imma grown as man 
Now  When will all this

berets, all I really am is potters clay
Mixed with a little bit of gamma rays
Throw me in the oven to bake, gonna go on a tear all around the state
I

out this hole just wanna know where I'm headed
Right now I'm a nigga in this big ass world
I'll make a name for myself
Don't wanna go unheard
Don't need

when I was poe'd up
Might could fuck with you again, but not the old us 
Feel like we in different places, shorty, so what?
'Bout lil' baby I be

me like magazines
Shouldn'ta messed with me
Cause I'll have you posted like figurines
Y'all better be ready whenever you hear the trumpets blow
Stop

embarrassed by you we pop out i'll hold yo hand
Are you embarrassed by me could you hide and hold these bands
And I ain't keeping secrets but some shit you

by the sound now you're out of it
Sound proud but you're loud cause you're counterfeit
Bow down I'll go pound for pound with any clown in this town
But

boyfriend thinks I'm fine
Heading to the party you know I'm late
Said you wanna go no way I'll wait
Never drive I Uber everywhere
And my wallet even bigger

know what they show me?
They show me that I'm still living and that's most important
Through Christ I'll never die
I was like why
Cause on the cross he

left on red
Now my wrist turns red
So I take drugs just to numb the pain
I'll drown the thoughts I have in gin instead
I should've been home sober

over me, please protect me from gunplay
I know I'll see you smile again one day
Yea

If I ever lent you money you don't owe me nothing
And if I got you

you're cold
So,
I don't wanna pick and choose
I don't wanna see your flesh blue
Love,
It's not that I would go against you
But to me this world is doomed

residential
Got no respect
I'll put this blick to your neck
You ain't seen nothing
Just cus I'm little don't mean I
Won't leave you in puddles
Your momma said

And the letter read so polite
Ho Ho Ho
You did everything right
And Ill be by later on tonight
Then I looked up at my mama, with tears in my eyes
Cause I don't

ain’t got them starters with me i’ll air out your mans. He say he be carrying heat like that posed to be scary to me i’ll spin like a fan. 

Killing scene

will scrub off this makeup
We are conditioned in society based on faulty mathematics
The church of her body set on fire by five different arsonists

any drug
For the state to legally put us back in bondage or just kill
Then kids go through the cycle again we ain't grow up well
Another single mom,

with the fact
That I'll never understand
Cash rules everything around me
Except my feelings, damn
Can be on a boat, or a yacht
But I still haven't forgot

government e Fugazi
Gave the people slugs contraband and the nculaza
But real eyes
Realize
Real lies
Concrete jungle I’m moving with my go go gorillas

This

on the money 
I’ll be so high 
Happy I ain’t turn out like those guys 
I can never beef with a small fry 
Fuck beef 
Where the bread n the cheese at 
Where

And after this one night, I went to my bed room and I shut the door and I kneeled down by
My bed, and I knew this was important, I knew this decision

movies
The noises were quaint
They sound like goofy
Playing B-ball at Lions Den with Juicy
Go back to the studio and make shit groovy
The blues hitting