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tryin to write this,
With politeness, time flies it, catalyzes! Sick of battles lines and, sacrifices,
The size of the lies, I capsize,
And go seismic,

bwoy coudda nuh seh we are rising yeh
We are rising we are rising
Some bwoy coudda nuh seh we rising up
Life never easy
Di time mi hustling see nobody

know how much further
Love yourself and know your worth you'll turn out just fine
This is your time
We just need the time to fix our hearts and our minds

it Here By Faith, Our Ancestors hands held up the sky so we can stand tall and and Dance across time be beautiful deliberately right on purpose, Keep

We're too original, the vinyl should've never went digital
Yo, She killed me with an old Mayan ritual
The world was too big to swallow, so I spit at you

times were hard

Hittin' the streets, hustlin' from dusk 'til dawn

My family was right there, right there by my side

No second thoughts ever on our

basslines
In my room like a shrine it was shining
Original Nutter by Shy it's was firing high
Lost in the music, basement bedroom
Always had the tunes on,

Or I'm kilojoule happy the amount of times I've been tried in the fire
Zone one to six my journey will never terminate in the kill zone
Drill this into

you feel what I sew in them
We on books, former crooks tall castles no linoleum
It's no Church but I preach on this flow we in
The Temple is my mental,

on that fuck-shit, it got me stacking my ammo 
If I don't see a Grammy by the time I'm twenty-three
I'm back to hitting licks at bandos, stashing, blitz his

than all my own
Walking with pressure, I feel it all on my soles

I can't do it if you're coming with a caveat
I'm looking for originals by Jean Michel

We Ready 2000

Pastor Troy

Pastor Troy for President

2000

me up, bitch I'm gunning killing everything
And my veins pumping nothing but this thug blood
Maybe blue nigga, till I'm through nigga, yeah
Situation

a day's worth come on then catch up (I'm)
The original brand like katsup
Plenty of fists he ain't got dapped up
777 jackpot
The American Dream is washed

to play it by the rules
Good credit I pay my dues
I'ma take it to the moon

Don't nobody wanna lose aye
Eat or starve u gotta choose aye
Tell me what I'm

like a flip in time mix
In the boat I'm a sit, tryna mix up the original with carbon copy
Go mix them, I run a plant with the poppy

And the rent I pay

Unconditional love
That get through anything miracle love
That nothing can't top this pinnacle love
That spiritual love, that's that original love

Our

big shit, I’m the nigga first rate
All the bitches want me, first come, first take
Time to roll with the clique for the bands, all paid
Fred beaten by

Even Almighty God Mighty Jesus bless the works of my hands as a mother bless the efforts he is putting into this music glorify him
Open doors for him

real, man, one day gotta meet your fate
Live by the gun, then you die by it, is this your faith
Askin questions, bitch, I don't cooperate
Ain't had

wasted my only chance
Now I'm back around, I had to do this thing right this time
My intuition looking at me like it's 'bout damn time
I'll be right by

grows, how could you ask for more?
It's awareness
That needs to expand, you've got all this land
But the careless
Promotes accepting the mist, lower your

Melanated
Not a color
Of an Original Tribe you should Not be bothered
Who am I
A proud piece of work
A masterpiece
Of this earth
Knew this
From time of birth

a beat it up 
and every time I touch the pussy I'm gone tee it up 
Bucked up in this bitch 
You know we fucked up in this bitch 
I got my bruddas in this

original so polite so predictable not quite indivisible
I can only multiply the words at times and double the rhymes 

But then my worry climbs and when my