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don't give a fuck because that
Was my stream of conscious
And that's the way I felt at that time
And feelings was the only facts
And racism

Like I must of forgot, she love me she love me not 


What good is light without darkness? 

Just like another day 

What good i day without light?

hands down
Just to let another nigga try
Maybe it just ain't my time
Or maybe I been speeding by
Way too many signs
To me get it right
The consequence
Is

the day, I don't know if you can feel this flow, but it's kinda like a bomb

- That hits ya blow by blow yeah, but not those bombs it's what ya see on TV,

-

the time by all means
Musically wear my heart on my sleeve
Tunes tell if I had a bad day or trouble in paradise
I write songs like Stay or Draft Day giving

was as bright as diamonds. He was so curious about this place that he decided to go on a vacation there.

When Benny arrived in Alaska, he was amazed by

that it startled him.
So much so that on the last day of that trip, when they were getting
back on the bus to go to the small airport to go to the big

been stirring up trouble in Orange County in Los Angeles)
(Uh, have you seen him by any chance?)

(Long hair, brown eyes, diamond chain?)
(Nah, I

my heart
Like y'all ain't really know that art
Ain't determined by a chart
The underground been going hard
I never wanna play the part
They handed

diamond's aint calling no cop's Get regular top from a regular thot
I was smoking that reggie and setting up shop 
Uncle had told me just work on ya ryhmes

When they see that bugger finished on the slipway,
All the hardship's soon forgot and we'll cheer as like as not,
And the bairns'll wave their Union

I don't know what happened
Blew a bag the other day looking for some Jimmy Choos
I made it back already multiply that times 2
That money stick to me

you that at school
Pop another xan wake up with diamonds on my hands
I get to cheefing on my cheese and I forgot all of my plans
I throw my bitch into

What Kind of Power We Got?

Public Enemy

Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age

1994

Yo another day
Another forty nine cents

Mr., Mr., why you always tryin' to take all our money

Because I am the government
And you have to pay

you searching shit I used to be just like you
Used to pray and say one day that god will go n break the cycle
But I Lost faith over time n I stopped

the misery
You blew the whistle, call the referee
Your past life, that's a mystery
Never knew the rights, of the sacrifice
Day by day, we just call it day
Take

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Rolling up a blunt, pouring up a shot
She screaming my name, like it's something she forgot
She tell me that she love me,

'Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it
And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics
Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll

So in the end I guess the, um, moral of the story is
That the war continues within us

Another year in Toronto
Everyday
Another drunk in a bar

another zone 
Tryna by my moms a home 
That's the type of shit I'm on 
Or maybe buy a Benz 
And party hard wit my friends 
It's btm we bound to win 
And I

Yeah
Just reflecting
Haters by the second
And I ain't flexing

I'm looking at my reflections
Like these diamonds on my neck and they all investments

Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic

Jaime Brockett

Remember the Wind and the Rain

of money.

Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist, 
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession 
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by

and apologize a thousand times
Love is who you are and you're the only one I cherish
I'll keep you happy until the last day that we're sure to perish
Even in

(okay)
Revis brought me out to Cali for the first time
Went to Amare's party, took tequila shots with Kevin Hart (ah)
But Kevin don't remember that
I