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(Consider your race, your city and state)
(Your third world or US of A)
He placed me right here (Consider your race)
(By God's design
You were placed in time

on a roll, but it's flat land
Gotta go fast then, St. Paul gettin' on a map then
St. Thomas coulda tapped in, but they tapped out
Armbar by some White boys

everything that I do
Everything that I touch
What I put my mind to, multiplies by two
Good or bad
Lets keep the positive S**t
Lets get back to the program

Long lost treasures never found 
I buried that bitch in the underground 
She's still dead just as I recall 

The black tar filled its lungs 
Drove me

black (It's scarred)
Now I don't even feel s**t, looking for a real chick
Wanna feel love but it's all cap
So I fall back 

Can you show me
How to love

think this the fucking decline
This the fucking reprise, all eyes, I'm in my prime
All time, you acting like you forgot, that's Alzheimer's
I play an away

Thirteen
1st Avenue North in St. Pete, Cucumber Creepin'
Girl, watch me bend it til you think it'll break
I baked a cake full of dank but don't be afraid

depiction end up dead or in prison
1st grade 1st time that I seen a corner deal
It's a wonder I ain't get off ' birds for a meal
Yea I kno
One things for sure

working on my mixtape
All black puffer and it's grizzly grip
I barely slip, I'm fully equipped
You skip, merely merely in your house by the cherry tree,

no more
This is time I want to dress you in my heart'a
Decor 
                                 Deijuvhs
We painted it black 
Lust dripping in blood

The Trapeze Swinger

Iron & Wine

In Good Company

2005

Please, remember me
Happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house

Yea TylerAbom on the beat
Coming straight outta st cloud
We really made it i guess
From smokin takis to smokin broads

Aye TA straight underground,

I got to P.E. by the sea
On my way to the Mother City, oh
Mother City, please, mother me

misunderstood
It’s a battle in demand sealed lips divide
Across the block emcees Rocking black through to white
Is it guts, skill or knowledge on the mic?

said, Hov please, no goons
Discovered my religion
Full grown beard like loon
Black ribbon in the sky
Voice in my head always assume
Got judged by 12
While

thick these days
I know what they meant by it, they meant me no harm
But by that time, I had hella dents in my heart
Some like a graze, some went straight

the world is ending
Ouu I feel that shit right here, hehe
This is a new generation
We as ama2000's are taking the world by storm 
But the question still

The Black Panthers, and the Young Lords
And this is my particular
Comment about that conspiracy
"Comment #1":
The time is in the street you know
Us living

Ripped through scenes in my life like old flicks
My body lit
Spit flow into piles
Gave birth to styles
Inflict scripts pre-flipped
By my lips in the cell

their cash, call him a play
Nggas bein' cheap by sellin' that
remix sent them right on they way

Every thing for sale, uh, ain't nothin' for the free,

a field day (ooh)
Let me tell you the play-by-play (by play)
It's 1st down, I run to his crib (ooh)
Yeah, we on O, still do a blitz (a blitz)
ESPN can't

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

Deadwood, South Dakota

Nanci Griffith

Promo Sampler

1989

Well, the good times scratched a laugh
From the lungs of the young men
In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota afternoon
And the old ones by the door

wish - filthy rich by sixteen
Swimmin in cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
Song knockin on hoe's answerin machine, uhh
True baller, bitch page might call