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a look
Into the mirror know my
Heart is torn apart and not a soul can fix it
Really about to lose it
Tell me why you thinkin you can take
Away the pain

It's like I'm not happy with you but worse off when I'm alone
I tried to work on myself
And figure out what was wrong
The other thing on my mind
Idea

Chanel Glasses, Hoes in the mansion, they fantastic
They all act ratchet Look like the beauty pageant
All of them got the wagon, I want Action Like Jackson

if you reach for the phone
Better hope you not alone
Give you a reason to fear for the most
Cold case
Leave em John Doe
No face em
What the fuck is you

a high note (High Note), Stream this shit on tidal (Go Stream It)
No I'm not from Chicago (Uh-Uh), But I got this .45 Michael
I ain't no killer but if I

homies
Den splurge
Gang
He keep a leave me tf alone
I be koolin
Dis aint wat u really want
Nigga im not wit dat
Talkin it out
Imma run in ya house
Wit dat

their own
Feel like the most loved dude ever
Who was destined to be alone
Listen to my mothafuckin album, man
Stop playin' with me

Erotic Poetry

Esham

Erotic Poetry

but I like the reel feel. 
I'm not Luther Vandross or Freddie Jackson, 
Some freaks be askin', why I be taxin', 
I dunno, that's the type of brotha I

by his side while leaving Egypt land
I sometimes feel alone like don't nobody understand
And yes I've heard the parable about footprints in the sand

getting warm
The real world outside
And not just the shit on my phone
And I'm sure as hell not alone
I think that's where we've all been goin'
I been trynna

look act and sound and same
They'd rather see me clash make me
Push back my album date
By any means necessary
Get me on a Malcolm wave
And now they got

living alone telling me about their recent  trip then her other friend came by Ann was telling us about going for cheeseburgers on Staten Island but that

is dead, finally, thank allah
Boutta sin, boutta let the wrath out
Ayy, look at me, you a bitch not a prince, it was bout damn time that you fell
Ayy,

you inside, I don't want you back, no Jackson 5
Now you alone, you ain't be living royal
I should've listened to Breezy, cause these hoes never be loyal

shoulders
my name alone is a flex
talk bout plug gotta keep a connect
big bad bitch but she gully with da tech
better run my fucking cheque before I’m coming

singer drops an album
Ta la kpe ta lon dahun gan
And if dem say dem dey find
The realest of its kind
Tell the person searching that you found one
Teslim

Hey
Yes
One time, right
Hey, leave me alone
Ain't in a talkative mood right now
Forget that spread peace shh
I wanna act a fool right now
Hot head

tampons
Into my ears, just only not to
Hear all these wack-ass albums, brought to
The industry by ‘em dumb skinny and tattooed
Freaks, their raps -

was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees.  He saw the old guitar first, held high, then

alone? 
It’s way too late for the fuckin’ sympathy, my happiness broke! 
I’ll be steppin’ on this piece you call a skull? 

It was but not anymore! I’m

Not the kind to get by
We just living to die
Praying my family survive
Want my mother alive
When I have little ones
Why we livin to die
Are we living

Whats this world 
That we live in
Is it all endin
Apocalyptic days  
Haze in the sky
Not clouds
Thats smoke in my eye
Not the kind to get by
We just

keep her head locked
Trust Gunz with your wife?
Motherfucker bet not
Sleep on Peter G, please don't ever doubt it
From here to New Orleans
I'll improve

sauce stuck in my testicles, my dick is burning, don't expect me not to put that shit in you
I'm left alone, only shit that's left to do, is stop putting