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Lord Have Mercy

Cage

Hell's Winter (Limited Edition)

They don't work; he twitches then spits his last breath to
One of the student doctors cryin' clutches his nephew
He turns to the tv but can't believe

bitin', only quoting
One of the greats, now
The radio got me feeling disgusted
Punch you in the snot-box 'til
Your brain concussed it
Women they lust it,

giving it all they got
Picks them off one by one
Coming close to getting shot
She know she's got to move
Pull a pin throws a grenade
When it blows she

games of cat and mouse
Under 20, needing money. Lonely like an empty house
Situation got him strangled. Losing breath by the minute
Ripping hair, head

it’s you I’ll confide in when it unfolds,
Issues with trust I gotta stress less
Baby be my empress,
Love you until my last breath,
I know it doesn’t make

Tupac
And 3000 too
One of the few Last Poets left
Giving you everything
My life, my soul, and my breath
All so you can understand
The depth of what I mean

to that latter half of that bag of weed / darlin save that last drag for me / no need to grab a cab / I still have my keys / you know a stone face was only

I was just feeling fine
Back on the radio
Said to my girl wait for me
Have something to say to you
Hot fuss lights goin down
And when its time
You

money on me

Took a shot just get by
Took a breath just to get high
Feelin tipsy cross-eyed
Not a chicken popeye
Pretty lady thick thighs
Suicidal so am I

turning all black
My blood is splashing ohh fack
My last breath is all you had

Leaving the place that i belong
There's nothing left to stay for so long
My

I go down Seventh
Watch my reflection in the windows as I stumble by
Searching hard for a sliver of a history
A glimmer that I recognize
Get it all

the last stretch 
That takes me back home
So I take a deep breath and rub my eyes
I'm gonna take my time and make it home all right
But there's no way in

cum quicker/ SERENADE SUCCESS until it Comes quicker/ IM just GIVING you my best until I'm done wit ya/  till my very last BREATH SHIT IM THE ONE NIGGA/

Held down your knee to push out the breath
And the last puff came with the stench of death motherfucker
This devil within you controls you
This nation

last year I was on some I wish I could shit
Now I'm on the radio could been good shit
You can make it in this life no matter how it look shit
How I got

breath
I'd just heard they'd sent for me
Shit
Fade in
I'm faded for the 3000th day
Mr. 3000, trading card
Hall of Fame
Party time
What you got inside that

people screaming
People being killed by people
Sexual crime and violent death
Draw the last final breath

People running
People screaming
People killing
I

better now
Hear your song on the radio
Thinking back on the troubles you had
Take it day by day yeah they never last
You don't need to feel alone

Things

Sippin on promethazine
Gotta bag on me
Bitches trynna hassle me
Surrounded by models
Mane I feel like a fucking Athlete
Sounds high
Beats low
Let my music

I watch them dance
losing borders day by day.
They're crackles and hiss,
tweaks on a radio.

Muscles don't wake anymore
from their weird torpor

dedicate
Where it may further flow
Aquarian Age shows
An anthem for all your woes
Unified at last by hope
And freed from indifference
Our final chance

My Story

Kero One

Windmills of the Soul: Instrumentals

(Verse 1)
It?s way past my curfew in an emcee circle
Rhyme dispersal, the ones without rehearsal
And if Pops found me, I?d get smacked hard
By that

gone to bed
Midnight radio by your head
I wish it wasn't just as it seems
Haunt me tonight in my dreams
Change

boil in my brain as i find my way back home
went out walking late last night
stood by the Hudson, could taste my life
till i find my way back home