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the april sun
sun grows cold
sky gets black
and you broke me up
and now you won't come back
shaking hand, life is dead
and a broken heart
and a screaming head

They beat this boy
They beat this boy
They beat this boy for holding hands

I walk at your door
But you're gone for so long
I'll wait by the window

Never find world peace but keep the piece on you
It's a voice for the hustlers and murderers
But who gone be the voice for the young black suburbia
This

down if you let it
You have to decide your own fate nothing’s handed
You get up and you get it fight the low percentage
Cuz the real will prevail by

does it for them cause without them I'd be nothing.
I struggle, I hustle, I'm a nigga with attitude
These fuckers try to kill the black in you
Accept me

Bathing Ape bag full ah cash smoking zig zags
Like a Dodge Challenger, I’m all muscle
They all want me dead cause the way I hustle
Switchblade by the neck

the sky

The night is holding its breath
Inside in silence I'm dead,
But if I make it until tomorrow
I know that my fear will be gone
And so I'm waiting for

one at a time 'cause they been acting different
Ten pulled up on me 
They dead on arrival 
And you here now
I'm here for survival

I want the money

In the hall of fame 
With a ankle breaker 
You can never rock me 
I'm about to trade ya 
Cuz you a traitor 
Wit a dead mind 
Imma tomb raider 
I'll

Black
And blue
But everybody knows you gotta play the hand that's dealt to you
Well shortly thereafter growth was rampant for a while
We were waitin'

don't know

I need you right here by my side but I don't need you to save me
I'm having a hard time to choose maybe I should love me or hate me
The stress

to see where I've been and where I'm going at
Then test to tell me your testament of how you think that I've gone wack
Things change and I don't change for

It's gone soft!
Black, white, grey!
These last few months

Canceled checks!
Ohh!

Yeah, where are you at?

I swear, if you're not here
Every day is

dead right 
Never mind we ain't gone speak on that shit 
Yea I fucked that bitch 
And she sucked my dick 
But in public i don't even speak to that bitch

didn't match the crime
That it's much more than just black and white
That the media lies, and it only seems like
No matter how hard we try
We can never

world was mine
Like nas lied poppa tried
But we gone do it you and I
Fuck im thinking drinkin high
Spoxxie got me on this spliff
Take a lift getting by
Uh

and the pneumonia could come on like that and be gone
and the person is dead
The skin lesions, the Kaposi sarcoma, was...
people would be coming in with a purple

to be a light in a world so dark it look jet black
 Just like my edges Jesus may be gone, but he's coming back
 So comb ya hair, sit under the dryer,

feeling I can't fight it off
And now I feel I'm dying
Cause even love dies
Take it with me on my way
This love is dead and gone
Ain't tryna point the blame,

But you pussy alone
They fucked up
Letting me in my zone
Now my Amiri jeans black
And my heart it turned chrome

Niggas fake and they softer than foam

of my head
I stay in place too long
Won't make it out before I'm dead
Cause when she sip she want it all
She hit my phone
I get some texts
I miss some

I can feel it inside of me
A sense of purpose cursed by the weak
I try to run and hide I'm scorned like a freak trying to rip my damn soul out into

shoot you gone ride
No time to hide in that coupe shoot that fire
I hate the feeling seeing momma cry
I hate the fact these niggas gotta die
I hate

drops on my Kenzo
Point bottle at my tip toes till the tears gone
Holding on by a thin thread, hear the seam stretch
Praying bout the adderall shortage