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through the trees
And spreads over our secret picnic spot
We'll dig in
Dig with our hands, tearing the roots
Digging, scraping, digging

The moon comes up

you know bad men they never listen
They went up in a puff of brimstone
She cut him down
She led him by the hand to a cave
Took him into a world

deny it we're all ready to riot like Ferguson
Anarchy, being a slave ain't part of the plan don't be controlled by the mind with invisible hands 
Tax

am your servant O’ Ali, and the judge of your decision ي ثارك وبجفو ف ّ إرخص إجفوفك إلي Let me be in your hands, and allow me to avenge you  إلدنيا

Dont let the Drippin Foo ya nigga never Sleepin imma let the Yam go 
like The free Food by the court up in the Mall Give you a Sample 
ball so hard nigga

You must be tripping if you think that I can't rap
All my ladies come in two's, you would think its Noah's ark
It's a wrap like the blunt that I

The pain that I felt
But day by day I start to rise.
I leave you in a right time

Who's gonna fight for evidences?
Who's gonna fight for a promissed land?

old Ford will be our DJ for the night
Ya I'll hold your hand
Turn the speakers up and pull you in real close
With the night alive and putting on a show

I feel ill when I'm holding your hand
Lovesick, I believe is the term
When you're pulling at the tension in my left rib cage
Makes the butterflies in

known
Only by those who know
The real hustle, never crumble
From the gutter, yeah we stumble
But we gonna, help another
We all brothers, in the end
Don’t

And these niggas hoes
But all of these hoes
Will fuck you and yo bros
Put they right hand to god that they didn't know
And then Look in yo eyes telling lies

paint a picture of your days gone by
Dig out all your favourite photographs
Put them in a frame for you to see
You're as beautiful as you used to be

Lay

to shop
I'm the nice guy, but I'll still pull like a drive by
Yeah I got them fancy clothes I'm the fly guy
Yeah They steady talking shit we gon hit I'm in

Fuck your trial by the hands of men
Hands of men
Hands of men
Trying to take me out my element
Ain't gone lie nigga been on 10
Nigga ain't gone lie nigga

or worse
Lights off
In the dark
Reaching out for help
I called to the law
They just laugh and belt
Yall praise to allah
I just pray that im dealt
Hand full

the vultures
As they just circle and tear you down

Giving you love in the backrooms
Kisses by the bathroom
And a broken crown

Such a pure heart, craving light,

the truth will suit you well
Also I lied, this shit here was mastered by someone else haha
And you know that I'll never let my hand show
Not looking for

I always wanted to write you a love song
Always trying to find the right thing to say
Here I am at long last song in hand
Singing to celebrate our

we're all amazed
by the desire we have for pain
but when you call my name
i just keep running and running around like in a game
i'm in a maze

do you

From Forrest fiend and fate rescued was he
By healing hands of hope he has been freed
Entered passed and raised Fraternally
From this night forth was

All I know is I feel alive with the trumpet in my hand
Now play it
Now play it
Now play it
Now play it
Years went by as I played on
The crowds began

My little bitch fast, hand up in the throttle
She popping 30s they ain't saving none for tomorrow
I know I’m not what you are used to
You I’m just here

Who let you in this door
All I smoke is loud I been making too much noise
Once you cross me once you could Never fill this void
Niggaz ain’t shit

for your miserable life
Did you ever think by changing the way of live you will feel so well
Try something new for a change
Reach out you hand and ask