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the crickets, and the fireflies
But until you, winter was my worst enemy 
It made me dread this place, and of leaving I'd dream
I won't forget the first time

Griffin with the wizards
COVID makin everyone sick
Like that mothafuckin Lizard
In the white house; we needa turn the lights out
For the choir
Goin G String

Forget what you thinking
Pledge my allegiance
I ain’t serving no white mans god meant for enslaving my people
I wanted God at the altar then I found god in

water

A ticking clock chases silence
From the cold white walls of my bedroom
A cricket sings out by the moonlight
As I wait for sleep to steal my gloom

forgive me
Or maybe just try
With the chirping of crickets, I move to the driver's side
Under this full moon
I can see your eyes
And without blinking you

girl getting moody you slide like it's Toosie
Man I'm selling tickets I'm tryna get Digits
I'm laughing like whippets boy you hearing crickets
I just

a shawty, soon she will be wifey
Chin chin cheree, what do i see
Think it's Saint Nick coming down through the chimney
Wish upon a star crickets closer

A wave of color sweeps though a black and white memory
A scared shadow crawls into the roots
Equilibrium is such an illusion
I feel your footsteps

Born out of quartz rock
River bed wood door stops
Only crickets speak at night but wondered if they making war plots
White House free rent rocky

Stain a million white Ts before I get icy
Need to live by the water I'm a Pisces
Since was smoking at Mikey's
Been nice with it
I'm talking spicy
I

and the crickets sing 
As the lightening bugs light up the night, 
With My girl and I parked in a field 
In the bed underneath a pale moonlight. 
 
 
 
Yes I’ve been

lost ina mi brain fi night,
Choppa lifestyle off white wid di nike
Killa dem self employed wid di rifle
Meanwhile tugs dem a roll wid di 9
Meds pon di

the hood but his mom got pipe dreams
A white fiend
Quicker than lighting
Ma, leave my shit alone
Jumping off a cricket phone
Barely at the house but when i

even lie
Cut the white on some dishes
I ball up da snow
Like it’s mother fucking Christmas
Gave you a chance
really sat down and listened
Right hand

me aint not talking
White hearts got them sending rockets
Bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies
They killing for sport they think its a hobby
Im all out

house with all the swing sets
The bats flew overhead, the wind it took our kite to fly
And our white dog ran in circles 'round the twilight

Now crickets

Yea yea... "Gotta let chya nuts hang..." & other ridiculousness
Once upon a time I took the city bus to nowhere
Swim trunks, white tee with a head

Got It Bad Y'all

Tha Alkaholiks, King Tee

Pass the Mic: The Posse Album

1996

To all the white folks I would like to say howdy
And to all my brothers I say peace quit actin rowdy
Wack mcs in ninety-two, ew you need to take a rest

Madonna
My dawg he a reaper zookeeper he walk with lamas


VERSE

It get sticky way to wicked
We keep a stick on us like we playing cricket
Try put a hit

hop back up on top of that metropolis
Posit logic and assert it with a dominance
It’s obvious
Society lacks consciences
Jiminy Cricket off in a fifth

Cinema ticket with jiminy cricket and I’m in the cinema watching my limit
They’re watching me kill it, they know imma feel it
This is my element, watch

I hear is those crickets 


Killing everything in sight like mass shooters 


I got dreams that’s bigger than raspusia 


Shout out to my Mama though

As we all get blown to bits a comedian writes a skit
Conversations with crickets
How many years before you're sentient?
How long before you're

on a mid
Are you messing with me
From the DYT but I bleed
Red white and green
Out on a lifeboat
In the dead sea with a flair
Is how I find my beats
I ain't