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The plot was lost or so I found, I went in search of higher ground,
But my head was in the clouds, chasing dragons.
I thought I could fly on wings

ego 
What? You the king in the chair on my ground 
The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round 
Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line

Hip Hop Drunkies

Tha Alkaholiks

Hip Hop Drunkies

1997

to your ego 
What? You the king in the chair on my ground 
The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round 
Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full

on
I just want to keep my feet all on solid ground
I just moved up out the hood to try and get my own
I just want just want to make my momma proud
I just

Yeah yeah yeah 
BIG 
Boom boom 
Who made this monstrosity 
Yeah 

Me a bad man so me run up on this 
Ten toes pon the ground say me I stand fit 
If

Dirt home, dirt home                  
When I'm six feet down in ground
Dirt home, dirt home
The cold earth's got a comforting embrace
Dirt home,

lessons that cannot be taught
Maybe I'm closer they say that I'm not
Who is to judge when they don't know my plot
I'm digging a hole I'm throwing my stones

a harbor
Lucky duck, I lost the plot & lotto
Corking up an ark inside a bottle

Life aquatic—I'll be honest
It's no lifeline—fish food for thought
It's no

the plot please
Remind me how we make it back to reality 

Feels like I'm up but I'm really going down
No matter the buttons I push I end up on the ground

children all over the county 
Some he’ll never know 
Cause it’s just lay and go 
Swing low sweet chariot 
Who thought of this plot 
My only baby has to do

everything I am
Burn it all to the ground with the sparks that he fanned
Nothing ever goes quite as planned
And I'd rather spend a night and ruin everything we

Run up get shot down watch his body fall to the ground
Pick him up no heart sounds
Niggas feel fear when we come around
Hit a stain we take his chain

funeral

Blind but now I can see
The light that has enveloped me
I cant climb up on no tree
I'm on the ground outsmoking thee
No not one more I need three

I'm panting, I'm thirsting
I thirst for You, God
I'm lonely and sick
Memory's all I got

My tears are my food
While my enemies plot
They constantly

Surrounded with pickets
To drown out the pickets
Ground it all down to a cynical civic position
Commissioned by missions to fissure the living
Sticking my boot

the ground running
And really get this bag

I know niggas hate
Fake it wit you just to get paid
then they cross you out soon as they plot a way
No longer

One look at you and I'm flying through the air
Can't sink or swim and my mind is everywhere
Ground's coming up in double time
Had no warning I'd be

the plot
College sweater on me
I'm suburban
Ditch the glock
Ain't find it on me
When they searching
Got away
Dey ain't catch the play
I'm back to perksin
I'm

gilly kit with local leaves and sticks
Assemble my rifle and plot range in the rain,
Keep your eyes peeled I know you fully covered your six 
And took

my soul sowed a tapestry with no limit and ever-changing characteristics
Like I care if I listen or not
Rigid support structure a fork in the plot

house
Looked up to the street niggas and pushas
Now they in the ground
Had to change my ways couldn't let
My momma put me in the ground
Now I'm 23 got my

You would think I had control by now
But I dont I see the ground getting closer like im falling down
Need to get a grip
Dont be asking where i been
I

Uh yeah
Uh yeah
I prayed every night
I prayed every night
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Uh

I prayed every night
With my knees on a cold ground
Temptations all

a hater on a call, put a pager in the ground
There's a glacier on the wall, got a fable in my house
Said please
Scrape the ice off me
Cold bats in the scene