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My brother trying to find purpose
But this sh** hurting 
Doing his best to provide for everyone 
Skeptical, he often question
If its all worth it

Fuck You, Nigga!
Fuck this shit!

When a couple finally decides to launch the nukes 
Everyone involved in their immediate circle will be affected by

I'm sprintin
Feeling blue
But red is what I'm reppin

Don't you see
We just surrounded by giants
Don't call yourself a fuckin g
If you scared they will

the volume up, just slap that noise
everyone around me, live be free, do your own thang, you don't have to be me
what the woke ones see, is the good time haps,

20/20 that's the vision
No prescription lenses needed to see how I'm living
What you get is what you see, there ain't no division
Between my dreams

fucking mouth shut
Sister Syzygy, don't you hate being

Right, all the time?
Over Bering Straight, or manic street
You seem to preach like a man who

the morning   

There was a man there Was he St. Leon?   

St. Leon off the logging road 
 Was he St Leon by the logging road 
 There's no signs to tell you

brothers and sisters had one
Call it jealousy or not but it surely made him
The savage of the bunch
And all he wants is for someone to give a fuck
Cuz

mind,
Heart full of hate,
Not checking time,
I don't fucking date,
Given up on love,
Fuck the heart break
Walk into the club,
Everyone is fake
In a cloudy

Yo, K'Naan, man love or fear? Choose one

Huh, well let me ask you something
Let me ask everyone actually
Studio audience here the love movement

Yo

lunch and slop for dinner
On the yard conversating who's
Block is realer everyone in for violence
I met some brothers that's pious
But until I found allah

Finally, I'm doin me
Finally, I'm doin me
Finally, I'm doin me

Call me Neon we are all electric
We'll be gathered, by the stars tonight
Freedom is a land

Catching On And Now That They Know 
We See America The Great Has Opened Most Of Its Doors 
To The Medicinal, Thought To Be Just Visceral, 
By Everyone But

olympics
Also, don't mess with him if you
See him on the street

That was the first time I'd seen
You box by the way oh, yeah, yeah
I think that's the first

(trumpet playing off-key notes) aw man!
Put that ol' dumb horn down hey Jazzy
Jazzy show this boy what some real
Music 'posed to sound like he he ha!

again
Not a word from him again
What is shiny on the surface
Isn't perfect in the end
Man I've been rejected bill collected
Left for dead then resurrected

Clubin everyone looking good bar
Tender pour them drinks
Bumpin, put your cups up tell
The DJ play that beat drop top
This girl tellin me how niggas is

singing tone
Inside of everyone
From the day we're first begun
Right down to the bone

You might be a poor man
Or the queen upon her throne
Like the pouring

we get buck 'bout the smallest things
Tried to move on, since you say you gone
I've been deep in these streets, but still feel alone, ooh
Everyone I

a lil' nigga, what is you gon' do
What do you, what do you need, huh
Man, when we pop out to party, I'm with the gang
It's gon' be a robbery, so take your

all the way to up the top, kicking back while I'm sippin on bubbling
Watching everyone that keep on folding in man this view can be so troubling
Swear

thoughts ran in the broken mother's mind
Convincing everyone
That they could
Be reunited
The distraught family
Was cheated by death
Vilomah
They will no

A rope around my fucking neck
Doomed to pollute and poison
The wells of mother earth
Side by side with Satan

I devour the cowards
Everyone is marked

I met her on a Sunday
By the river in the middle of Spring
She said she was out on her own for a change
Out of bounds of all of those men
She said,