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to hold my head high for what I’d created.
The meaning for which I have so long waited.
For years I have prayed for my destiny, and now I know it –

who gives a shit
I just don’t want this life to happen to me like some peers I used to kick it wit
Just a black man abiding by the law
At his choosing,

got cheddar to get, I'ma foul and ???
With two co-defenders, drive by, Tah, and I
Said the dead don't die unless they fuck with Ja
If sellin crack is

some,
Especially when he's out on the prowl for fresh meat,
Fresh peeps to run up to with his gun,
And say "Wagwan my son what's going on here?
Who in

violin.
O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain.
O law drummed out by hearts against the still
Long winter of our intellectual will.
That what has been

the wrong niggas, now you 'bout to lose it
Now you half-dead, now you bleeding out, you losin' fluid
I got twin choppers, look like Bin Laden, they

might be long
From Night to Dawn, you know perspectives get influenced by the Vice hes on
I know at times it seems I might be strong, but look I'm flawed

Yeah, nigga reject, nigga
Machine, bitch daringer, you already know
We do what we do what we do nigga
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels

Reject shit, it's

ya line like how many times?
Oh you in LA with Ty Dolla sign?
Girl where you really at why you tell me lies?
Why you always question if I'm down

the beginning of time 
And I’ll never know why if I’m 

Frozen /  dead in the tracks
Bed in the snow 
Naked from head to toe 
All is on schedule 
Nestled all up

time when I went broke I still remained a hunnid
Supported niggas doin' good, I never changed or nothin'
But why they hate on me? Try and close

made myself a boss
Counting cash smoking sour
By the hour, by the second
Always first never second
Just look at how we dressing (fresh)
U can tell we

hunger
It goes in and out, it's always there
This is something I've cultivated for a
Long time and avoided things that
Make me unhappy and figured out what

on something newer
I don't care what you think cause I'm a do-er
When I'm done making a plan, then you know that I'ma do it
When I get a loaded gun, then you

Yeah

This Is America
The Real America

Yo!

In beginning we were nothing but cotton pickers, In servitude 
Disenfranchised, fucked by the Justice

the dead
More less the living fuck it

So what, I'm dead, tricked by the man
Why did he cheat me?
What was his name, oh yeah, Uncle Kreepy
Hektic's the name

Bullets whistle by like voices beyond the
Grave in a dead choir
I pissed away my life for many moons
Many shitty wombs in pissy motels
Exchanging bricks

shock the circuit board
Everyone aboard
Better have your seatbelts on
It's an all out war
So you better call moral support
It's my first time driving four

years back he'd kill the black man 
But he's killing the poc by giving them harsh sentences in prison 
Why should they get it harsh and for a long time

Needed you but now you gone
Time was short but felt so long
Pain inside my heart I had write and put it on a song

Always there won’t leave you lone 
be

I just be rollin' this shit, no burrito
I just might crush on that coochie like Cheetos
Uh
Every time she get mad, I hit from the back

Whole lotta

It is night time every time
I admire the skyline
Otherwise my eyes are in my palm
As it all flies by
Can't remember what it was I tried
To find when

Stomp me the stove when you rising like flour
Make your cake fall when you threatening their tower
It's 911 you on your 25th hour
Hasta la vista I'm

for admission i got pot but not
To piss in, and if you shut up
Might hear the gas
Hissing i'm already dead like a Pale-
-stinian on a mission after