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Nine-Eleven was a massive success
Thousands of young men are now willing to march to their deaths
Now we've the forces and reason we're ready to go

groceries
They were stocking up
I'm thinking how to get my stock up
I'm thinking liquidation while they mop up
They trying to catch the drip
I'm trying to cop

a disgrace to my bloodline
I can see the shame in my mums eyes
I could run away from the ones I trust
I'd be in a grave if I just died young
I'd be in your

the same page

I remember the days we were young and unashamed
Immortal at least for a while
But as time did march with our bodies now scarred
By love

Right on the Borderline by Payson Lyon   
 
Late into Sunday, half grown and hungry
I watched while a freight train came rolling
March bit the air,

broken homes
Tryna fix being broke, yeah

Heads high, tryna kill 'em on the low
We were young
Kid Rocks just slinging from our phones
When the block got

We break the floor
We raise the bar
We burn our motherfuckin' fingers on the stars
We can't be stopped
And on we march
We didn't come this far

We're just get'n start'd
(Like) First thing in the morning
Know I stay on it
(Ayy) A'Young Nihga, go'n in
Which way is You go'n in?
Do You know what

the
Fruit's of his labor by taking a day
Off be a keeper of
His challenge to government
Be a source of agitation to policy
Makers be an ally to those
Young

Sound of Different Drums

Connie Smith

Connie's Country

1969

We march to the sound of different drums
For we both want different things from life
You don't care to discuss anything serious
While I want

Where the April mountains lead to the road, by the waters clear
Time's a shy companion, when there is no reason to stay here

And I've been falling

a young nigga living
You think I'm cheating whenever I go missing, but trust me, baby, I ain't fucking with Women If I ain't with my bro, then I'm by myself

one by April 8th
The day my faith revived 
Where I proclaimed I lived for Christ 
Verified in a post that shared my archetype 
Partly right 
Started

On a April day down by the sea
When the cold wind whips in your face 
Off the ocean

Come September you'll remember me
When the leaves turn from green to red

parted I don’t feel so empty
You won’t get me this time fuck ya sorry 2020
January’s where it started
That’s when we linked up
By February 14th we were so

wonder what's in store
In April rain begins to pour
In May the flowers start to grow
So by June everybody knows

ba ba ba 

Then in July
Everything will be

of death as a blunt force, and said Godbey had
been beaten by assailants
He might have been dead since March 24th

She thumbs through photos that her husband

knocking niggas out
Even when the days were wet, i know one day we'll make it out
Urbanites we so slimey working till the gang on map
Remembered when I

while the Sergeant spoke,
Till the bullets peeped out of the muzzle,
When all of a sudden it went off bang!
What made it go were a puzzle.

The bullets

Last Days

Body Count

Violent Demise: Last Days

1997

the combination to the wall safe.
While your little sister screams suffering from pistol-whipped pain.
Or looking back at you in a courtroom
Filled with

raise me
All the while I was naked
You got me covered
Put me in the light
I feel amazing aaah

We will never die young
They say the good
Will die young

of March
When you broke my heart
And you said you still love her
You wanna see where this could go
As if I was just means of getting by
And the timing wasn't

the end
For we are one by Allah's grace
No matter what our color or race

We must prepare ourselves today
While we journey on our life's way
So much there

(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your