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do it yourself
If things were left down to me
There would be no gangs, no crews, no teams
And see what you can do by yourself
To get the job done, you

don't need to be coerced for me to move in reverse
I'm checking out from everything that's had me so immersed
I work to make money for my rent and my food

gone, but not forgotten
But you are gone, and I'm thankful for who you were
Said everything in song, but blinded by the curtain
Makes me wonder about my

a good reason
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll for a good reason


[Post-Outro]
By the way, who is this beast you speak of?





[Part 11]
[Verse 1]
Everyone

bout His love.
Dipped me three times.
I came up with blood.
On the day of Pentecost.
When the work was done.
I began to speak in unknown tongues.

Goin' Home

Frank Sinatra

In the Blue of Evening

1992

day
I'm a'goin' home

It's not far, just close by
Through an open door
Work all done, care laid by
Goin'ta fear no more

Mother's there,

You plant boldness in our hearts for us to go out there and preach the good news
Because every single one of us we are Your ministers whether we work in

What is appealing to me really says some
About my character
But I'll work for better days
Yeah I'll work for better days

cruel
Car I've still got love for the ones who hate
Love for the ones who love me
Love for the ones who snaked me
Love for the one who cussed me
Look, I

Get It Together

Dizzy Wright

SmokeOut Conversations

2012

the streets, there's no running for help
Only come for the wealth, won't touch her, she comes by her self
The lonely stoner, her soul is gunnin' for health

with me to place beyond what you see
There's more

There's treasure laid up for you
There's peace I've provided in the midst of the circumstances you're

at 'em - as rapist
And after I'm done attackin' I can
Go to the candy shack for a snack and grab a pack
Of m&m then after I'm rippin' 'em
Open- I go

eighteen holes I had to work up
Work I had to work off
Going back home and a drink gon’ help me out
So I gotta get the come out
Yo, where’s it coming? Cummy

bricks
Don't call me by my government, call me Masta
My music meant for all the trappers and bastards
Trying to find out their place in the world like

are unmoving
As for me, it won't be my city again until I'm dead
Fuck the New York Post

L.A, who am I to need you when I've needed so much, asked

Not an Easy Road

Buju Banton

'Til Shiloh

1995

these blows

While you rise to see the sun
Who you love a pull you down
Trying to discredit the works you have done
Some can't satisfy with the past

knowing that I'm coming back to you
These tired eyes may be blinded by them flashing lights
But at long as I've got you I know I'll be alright

I don't

right here feel right
So imma roll
Tell me what you wanna know
Life done gave me so much anger
My dawg just died in the arms of a stranger
And rest in

to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell

you're not a sinner 

I'm in no mans land 
When they find me tell them 
I've done all i can 
I may be not a vicious man 
But the guilt speaks for all

and me
If you're opening, then we're closing up the whole scene
Give a fuck for all the old Gs
I've got love for them cause they made the scene, brah
I

streams like I need to breathe
Music is just for me so that's what I bleed
Stay strong fulfill my needs
I ain't done so why keep it clean?

I spit it real

With a crown on his head and holes in his hands
He beckoned me, said come and sit
Speak with me for just a bit
So I sat down there beside
And he

Every line they don't ever read the corners
They all see the work that I've done
They don't even see it
What the fuck I've done
They don't know