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From Thibodaux to Delacroix
You never know
Playing Zydeco until I die no indigo

Like Jambalaya we on fire
Yeah
City boy down by the bayou
Bring your

too much for you
You say you feel different now
You say we're done we're through

I'll cross the galaxies
If that's what it takes
To bring me back

Shake your head and
Say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole

to hoe, ma'am
I'll be halfway along by dawn
But don't bring me no word of Ginny
Or I'll wail the whole night long
Ginny lived on my street
From the time we

other ballin' crews
Top of the world's all he views
A puff of weed
Nothing but greed don't live by the rules
Fuckin' wit' me here's what I do
Try to sell

Call Me Crazy

Bushwick Bill

Little Big Man

1992

back up while I'm gettin hype, bitch
Cause you ain't ready for an ass-whippin like this
I'm on a killing spree, lettin muthafuckas see
Me and the G.B.

I was worker now a young nigga boss
Told my jeweler throw some diamonds in the cross 
I'm drippin everyday u knoe I got da sauce 
I got the cheat

than I lost
He gave me the talent for throning the cross
Now I'm grabbing this life
And I'm blowing the draws

The devil keep trying to pull with his

you honestly love me
Before dawn comes and the sky's still lovely
Dad beat me up again, I want you to hug me
We gotta run away, bring clothes and money"

ain't no scheme
Me and my team
Bring hope to the sinful Phenes
We're them dude scene 
To spit the truth
To make your mind gleam
I'm not talking biology

being driven towards a
Destiny that's to wards

It takes ours to come for

It takes hours to comfort

The last song, it's rush hour

A drum roll by

Verse: 1

You want in well I’ll open up the door
Hot chics tip toeing on the wood floors 
You can tell by the quality I’m making a living
Triple coat

your nugget
Student, make a pupil educated
Droppin' LSD 'll make your pupils dilated
Take a breather, the best of y'all ain't fuckin' with me neither

glam just all black, I carry that cross like backpack
That's cross bearing, That's woodwork, That's code red, dats hood hurt
That's Matthew 5 and 13 I

God named His chosen people after him
Rahab was a prostitute, and a gentile besides
But is found in Jesus’ lineage – Matthew one verse five
David was

take the town
In the psych ward in the psych ward
Ima dog!
Going skitz looking for hidden meanings in the cross
Came across something I shouldn't of seen

bands go
Drank got me feeling like da man though 
Bloom Banchero Brown Magic Or lando 

cight it's time to Vibe out 
Chef boy I'm D.Ward bring dem pies

a disconnect
The street lights blinding me
Like my thoughts
Blindsided by worst intentions, oh my
How we've grown apart
Crash dummies on every corner
The alley

Mos Definitely

Logic

Everybody

2017

a chess board
If yah wanna go to war, gotta bring yah best sword
I feel like I'm going crazy, like I need a psych ward
Think my mind playing tricks on me

And I'm climbing
Not by my own by God's grace He elevates
A Ward from the Saga as He opens Heaven's Gates
Say yes to the loss say yes to the cross
Get down

Streets on Fire

Lupe Fiasco

The Cool [Circuit City Exclusive]

2007

the skies tried to warn us
The parents are goners, no children to mourn us
It's driving me crazy, this war is my lady
We've lost all our babies, and God is

Lil Ass Gee

Ice Cube

Rollin' Deep

2000

Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out 
Insane in the brain little nigga servin' caine 
Use to have to axe could he cross the street 
Now he's

It brings me no harm
Oh oh
All the painless effort I place on things that matter to you oh God
I am so so sorry
Please forgive me Lord
I know I've not

son for you
That's why he sent his son for me
Yeah
He died on the cross
He went in a grave
He fought demon and
He conquered the grave
He rose