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the way
"Transgenderism must be eradicated entirely"
I am the daughter of rage
Watch, like a phoenix, I'll rise from the grave
I am not brave
I've just been

the prison
I swear by the air that I'm breathing
I swear by the God I believe in
I open the door for the world to explore my domain
The reason I'm bleeding

myself to blame 
By 25 I was essentially I was out of the game 
My eye was on raising a son then a daughter 
Try to be a good man and follow my wife's

to have all my sons and a daughter
Watch what you say when you telling me harder
Cuz I will not stop til you tell me to
In public with me but you in

A mic sparker: Savant's been immersed in fire water
I've bathed in the blood of wack MCs that I've slaughtered
And lyrically tap dance on tracks manned by

minutes
Drivin while I’m sippin Guinness
Screamin “free my fuckin niggas”
They be soon home haters
Rollin up spliffs in they probation papers
All I know is

Running tracks running back run it back
Beating up beats in an all white Pontiac
Corazon heart on my sleeve like it's cardiac
Bears on kodiak, wood

about to get scary
You could take it to the grave, get buried
Better go pray a couple hailmarys
Throwing dirt on my name ain't fair be
But I could dig,

bruddaz’ll snake man
Bruddaz thought I was taller
Confident, teach man I’m a schooler
I’m a dad, wit a young son and a daughter 
Young bucks turn his nan

He's in a class by himself
A league of His own
He'll give life to the dead
He'll breathe on your bones
He's more than a homeboy
He's king on a thrown

into grave
Too much bloodshed every where in the world
Destruction of humanity eh,,,cho!
Chorus
Dem build prison yards, everywhere in the land
While

Momma want a couch or some
Daughter into comic books
I need more space for my son
That's why I grind it out on road
Got the drive need car or some but if

Whenever I have a daughter
or son looking up to me, I'll think
I don't deserve this
I've been a fuck-up way longer
Than I've been a good person
So, in

Best of luck to all my long lost friends and every child in this cold world when it starts caving 
Don’t forget that you’re more than a man 
No

pulling on my trigger
I'm leaving his mother to find him in a pool of blood
What's it called
When narcs all get together?
A rat pack?
Unless you got names

My King is known by an empty grave
Oh in all that he does
My King is known by love 
 
V2
I can almost see him even now
Rejected, with thorns upon his

did the most but I know he forgiving
I pray for my bro's hope he gon them safe
I pray for my angels that's down in the grave
I miss them I hope I'll

Never Again

Remedy

Remedy

2002

by the devils decisions, forced into a slave
Death before dishonor for those men who were brave 
Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken, it's too

like I'm Santa clause 
We playing double or nothing I came to win it all 
They all dancing from the window to the wall 
In the hall to Biggie Smalls 
We

We Sold Our Homesteads

Falconer

Chapters From A Vale Forlorn

2002

used to be our home. 

We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave
It was as if we'd stepped into an open grave.
The food that we had brought

never be a rebound, Stoudemire
I could never be in talks with someone who post snap conversations
'Bout their own songs they admire
Gassed up by bunch

Lyrics

Track 8

In my 20s




Verse 1:

Low life pusha's/
Dead beat thieves/
Diseased swingers/
Selfish fiens/
Pipe users/
cnd false ogs/

Local

hand
Black waters, black waters
Run down through the land

In the rising of springtime
We planted our corn
In the ending of springtime we buried our son

the tax with the guns to our backs
Erase all the facts and break all the necks of those that oppose
And keep your eyes glow eyes on the prize in the price