8:15 P.M.
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Broken dreams, broken hearted, all left in my soul was carnage My homie was pushing dope, served it to the whole apartments One day by the liquor store, served it to the po' department They took him down to County he said rap a song about him Told that boy you know I got ya It's on and popping Gave the city sweat, tears, blood out our carotids Know all my niggas solid We bonded through the bondage Freeing our subconscious Turned the studios to convents I know some people that meditate, woo I know some people bow they head and pray, woo But I find the beat I'm pressing play Get the pen and legislate Talk to my higher power like we face to face, the seventh day My city close to heavens gates Niggas shooting every day The aftermath could devastate Your soul I'm tryna restore Stories about section eight Tryna record break And do it at a record pace Niggas knowing how we regulate Seen it first hand ain't no need for me to speculate Bullets hit ya chest and face Paramedics respire Loved ones bringing flowers to ya grave site to decorate Hope these songs guide you through decisions that you yet to make Nightmares can't sleep Blood in eyes can't see Empty fridge can't eat Life up in these Eight streets Eight streets Life up in these Eight streets Eight streets Life up in these Nightmares can't sleep Blood in eyes can't see Empty fridge can't eat Life up in these Eight streets Eight streets Just life up in these Eight streets Broken homes, broken promise Grind to fix my broken pockets Generations full of pain, we get throwed and don't acknowledge Deep in Winnebago County I can give you correspondence My niggas is living gods don't care about no mortals comments Never letting money be the thing that guide my moral compass Need to have the crown before I hear them angels blow them trumpets Fear of coming up short sometimes I had over done it When I'm in the booth never kept the shit below a hundred Quarterly we grow the budget Hustlers supposed to love it Look at what the flow becoming Told you I would overcome it Now what we grossing doubling And we grew close through hustling Gutter have my soul discomfort Enlighten when these poems is shuffling My life viewed Through these haiku's I'm Bron James, Skinny Ty Lue Bout to bring the home town a title No co-sign from no famous niggas I knew Ain't no white man I'm tryna get signed to Fruition of prophecies from high school The city get life when we slide through Feel Angelo spirit come alive too It's like wooo Nightmares can't sleep Blood in eyes can't see Empty fridge can't eat Life up in these Eight streets Eight streets Life up in these Eight streets Eight streets Life up in these Nightmares can't sleep Blood in eyes can't see Empty fridge can't eat Life up in these Eight streets, Eight streets Just life up in these Eight streets Aye, yeah
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