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i wash my face
I put my chuck taylors on my feet i'm ready to start my race
I say a prayer to my god because he's full of grace
I know he's the only

Yeah I do doubt my faith
Cuh when you see your family lose there grip to live
How am I meant to find your grace?
Tired n done with fakes
Tired

make believe
Everybody's goal was making to the league
Just young niggas, witness drive by's and broad daylight
Niggas curbside we never felt, damn this

bread, me and Ill' say the grace
Foundation was the fans that helped form the base
Thanks, gotta respect it otherwise gotta pump your breaks
They call us

strength
To give up on my sins
I wanna us to be together
Even if it's not meant to of been
All the pain I've suffered
Couldn't be covered by any linen
These

a lazy wife
Grand me hundred and thirty five
Ooh
I live by your grace
Make me the one among my race
The first to the place
Waiting for the days to rest my

to the bone
What separates us is we hold on
Like you held the phone to your ear as I crashed to the floor
In a fit I could not control
And nothing's really been

to belittle
I'm into class warfare
The same off air
A focused socialist
The one that goes there
O yea
Seize your pied a terre
Coup de etat coup de grace
Is

concern
All this grace He's poured out on me, it's something I don't deserve
And now I spit these cold 16's for Jesus, people all like: Burrrrr
I don't

faced
If it wasn't for your grace
Just when you think you got it made
Don't let your priorities fade
Just go steady it's not a race
Like a mouse in a maze

casket/
It’s washed with acid/
Then boom we let them have it/
So close smell it with my nose it reeks of death with something tragic/
You can tell by

telling me
Long talks with each of you, it was so meaningful
Words of wisdom, try to live by them when I think of you
Bendicion Mami Irma, when I reached

deemed as a bastard as a kid
Groomed by the savages, city slickers, cops seen as his go-getters

We ran the numbers up, just to balance the figures like

Spark by Legin
I really hope these strings will communicate my heart/
And if they don't I just pray that they'll be a start/
What I can't say I place

I Remember being broke
We didn’t have nothing
Now we having fun
Cause we holding something
Different way of thinking
Where I came from
Lot of misery

worried 'bout the news, now you don't give a fuck
But you know that they all stare as you're passing by
And you know that they all gossip, your shine make

I'm wasting it by not even trying
I'm just afraid of losing what's already dying
I hate this pace and I'm losing my grace
Just please bring me back
Just

Anything you wanna do...we'll do it together
Even when you're mad at me...I'll be by your side
Best believe I'm glad to be...
Who knew that I could live so

on my wheels/ tread on my tires/ the violent they couldn't  kill/  what chance couldn't retire// Your highness is my shield/ His Grace wouldn't

orders without any grace
The system got them poor souls thinking they're doing a good deed
By planting the seed of fear
Amongst everything that lives near

I was just too young to know
The weight of love how it steals your soul
You were older with a quiet grace
But I saw something more in your gentle

special and
I just want to bless you
It's really something bout that smile up on your face
It's really something bout the way you walk with grace
It's

mingled by her wrists
as she tried with all her might to have something
anything—to control.

the razor was serenity, it granted her amnesty
from the shouts

was by far the most deranged
People often ask me for stories about the man
And the one that sticks in my mind the most
Well, it goes a little something