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cold floors, yeah
Your girl aint had no home, yeah
PTSD had me stuck
Everything I know yeah I learned it from these streets 
Did it for the homies back

to the back door with the crowbar
So far the plan's foolproof
Call from the phone booth
Got the message machine
Nobody's on the scene
Kicked in the back door 1:

I'm home

Uh, yeah
They always ask me, ' Ali, what you so angry for man? Why you always so upset? '
I tell 'em ' Shit, there's a thin line between

how far I done came
I'm swervin from lane to lane, head to the hood and pull up

Pull up in a foreign car, remember when I use to walk
Thought I wasn't

Energy has potential
Did it from my home
And I'm still residential
Love is made of sound
No it ain't accidental
Laying awake alone
I'm trapped in my mental

through dog, I'm living
Sometimes feel like I'm the only one in it
But I'm far from finished
And now we winnin'
Put it on my Ralph Lauren linen
Bean got my?

pray to Lord y'all don't take me there
Younging still fundraising running up a bag they took my slime from me gotta do it for my man's

I'm just a lil

want all my Niggas making it far
Fuck all the fame
If they know who we are
Then it's easier for them to beg
I do the shit by myself on the reg
Work

Unconcerned by the words that society blurts
Trying to divert me from what I rightfully deserve
But you could never do me no harm
Long as my mind stays strong

like this by my bedside
You've asked God why I did it? (Why'd he do it?)
Stray-strayed so far away from love
I admit it
Smile broke on your face
My ego

Blah Blah Blah… Yada Yada Yada… (Can People Please Finish What They Sayin’)

By Twenty-Something DJ Franklin

(c) 2022 Raymond F. Quinton

Woke up

chance
I’m a product of the riot starters, dope boy, block party posse
It’s a manga when my art be on the fritz
It’s far from a stretch cause you aim for

got a clone
I'm out here in these streets like I ain't got a home
And you barely hear from me like I ain't got a phone
'Cause it's no days off, it's

the hill
Then the silence shakes

As the glass breaks
From the impact
Then the air bag
Expands and slaps
My face without any grace
The car raises high

deals, don't wear posters for my vocals
Far from locals, tryin' to control the total globals
Like our office is over, gangsta, conscious, soulful

MTK
From young been wary of fakes been wary of snakes real talk can't fuck with them
2024 I'm back
Hear what I'm saying
Listen up listen up
From

I was born and raised in Leytonstone
I shout that till my heart stops beating
Foresight from the start not reaching
It’s more life 'cause I can’t

is my life
Everything fine, I'll be alright
But, look where I'm from, compliments to my mother
I hit that super glow up with my Mario brother
I tend

Still die by yourself so why keep you a crew
They stay looking down that’s the reason I grew
Don’t need me a homie don’t need me a boo
I'm in tune with

Monkey see monkey do
But I'm not you I'm far from a kid
It's been a decade since I went to school
I don't owe shit
You can hit the toilet and get a scoop
I

the wiser
From notoriety, nodding at the wheel
Yet my drive still spill mileage
I made it this far and regardless
Of weather they comply with the logic

Chicken dinner what I want huh
They ain't ever give me none huh
So I'll take it out the homes huh
Show y'all puppies how to boss up
Check it out

with blunt smoke, gun smoke, on my dome
Following paths the gunman would trope not far from my home
Peter parker with a different sense i said that nows

part of the matrix
Do I have a place called home
Or all the hopes are gone?
I'm just searching for love
But I'm receiving all the hate
Lemme change my