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A Tear for the Ghetto

1999

To overgate my sins, so I can be born again
Still livin the Brooklyn rasta farayan
You listen to my words, and you will be born
A life filled, a child worn

to my house and freak me
Good thing I got seven seats, in the Benz Jeep
I'll show you, how it's done
You think you spending time with your child, naw dude

The place where you find the
Coldest ballers you ever seen
But they locked up or dead
Not in the Premier league
Best kid that I knew turned fiend by

ain't safe no more they drug abusing
Needles by the swings those things they start to use when
The Daddy ain't there, mommy don't care
Going through life

Manifest
The first miss is that you listen, the second's in suspicion
The third is rhyme addiction, whenever I be spittin
I'm flipping better flows.

the ‘good times' will be behind some like the reruns of ‘JJ'
The blood of the Lamb Jesus is mandatory
‘for Thine is the kingdom, power, and the glory.'

but it's not always been groovy
I'll embrace it all; the good, bad, cheerful and the gloomy
Dreading a twisted life, man, I can't think straight here
c

to you but
Get charged back for the lawyer
She couldn't afford in the first place
Damn
Feels so good to be raised
In the land of the free where so few

time to shine, with all 'em years gone by
It's your time to rhyme, experience divine
Ensure you're heard now, don't you act like a mime
Lost as a child

think obscurity is their destiny
Child they be begging
Please
Say my name Say my name

I'm too grown
For these High school games
These cats are all compra

A gypsy woman told my mother before I was born
You got a boy child comin', he gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women jump and shout

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

Vonda Shepard

Ally McBeal: For Once in My Life Featuring Vonda Shepard

2001

Lt ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now

When

Ride wit Me

T-Bone

The Last Street Preacha

2001

bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase
Like Mase, 'I'm fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in

own business
Someone knocked on the door the
Teacher said who is it
This girl walked in my imagination ran wild
She stole my heart just by
The way that

(written by Bob Dylan)
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Even If you don't know by now
An it ain't no use to sit and wonder why
Babe it

I was born to be salesman, can't you tell it by the smell of my hairspray?
I watch a lot of Lawrence Welk to keep this creepy, brainwashed smile

by the pins in me
She's been playing on other side

I don't believe in magic
Can't trust the law
But I believe she was meant to be
The best thing I

This it, right here
Alright
Yo, ayo God bless the child
That can get it on his own two
Pay it how you weigh and
You can play it by ya own rules
Smooth

Cause the streets aint where it is, foreal

(Rxnel Verse I)
Face gated I aint gotta tell ‘em
Who I is
Drive-by’s, look
We aint catching Ubers here
Aye…

The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy-child's comin'
He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun
He's gonna make pretty women's
Jump

Little street girl floating by Upon a cloud you caught my eye
Your hidden pain masked beneath your smile
Uncertain eyes unwittingly
You stole my

and then I try to crack a smile
To make him feel good for a while
I know he won't admit it
But it's ok I know I'm everybody's favorite child
The perks

Ain´t no use to sit and wonder why babe, It don´t matter any how
Ain´t no use to sit and wonder why babe, if you don´t know by now
When your rooster

Another year went by in the blink of an eye
December calling
Did we spend that time for good

That special time of year, of goodwill and of cheer