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done, she want perks and blacks
I was eleven off the porch, movin' mean like grown men
I'm the nigga that was rollin' blunts with 4 grams
She ate me dick

talk, can't speak, I'm a send tax
Like Fanum, boy, it's my plate
I let you niggas run your mouth like I'll wait
Shit change by the day like a child's hate

the plants of grains and cereals)

 Bormai saroja oi naam
(The names are given by Lord Brahma to things and people)

Beya naam olale oi 
(Due to few things if

playing with me! Stop playing with us
Black women are the most disrespected, by our men, the media
Politicians, ourselves, and even each other
We not playin

Your momma be paying your bills
I've always had to work for mine
Thats 100
And since we on the topic
I have never lost it
Ending generational cycles

and about, completing work
He thought a terrible idea, formed a smirk
The man who snitched on him would die, so he lurked
Waiting for them to pass by, then he

bitch alone, she think that I care
Told that bitch she like a bug, put her out my hair
Didn't work with a DDT, hit the dog with a chair

Made that bitch

courage I've seen men get a hole in they tooth and become a coward
I want the bag like Eustace
I still rep Houston
But live in the Ville now
I'm out here

I've been in the darkest part
Where the Men
Losing hearts
Addictions
Face it
Lust is sin
You let it take advantage
Let it win
Gambling

Can't play me

Why must I be cursed like this?
A slowly decomposing mix
I'm propped up by these boney sticks
my guts I just can't hold'em in
I crawl on graves

Jessie was a tidy man
He grew smaller day by day
Till his lungs were snuffed like carbide lamps
The mine took him away

Way down deep in the underground

on top ooo I no dey near their passage cause e be things whey I dey see whey I no fit talk

Say poto poto Waka Waka now my shoes are stained everyday by

Raised by parents that worked on crops
That drop like stocks in Salvador
Born in a city that kills cops and pop one another
Hits the core
In Houston

only hurt me
And hurt you

When I was younger I was scared of policemen
Now when they drive by I glare at them
Because I don't think that they're above

The sins of the day
Still at work
But You are the light
That brings dead men to life
Oh God shine your light
On us

Oh God Oh God
Clean out our hearts
We

All hail the irony

All hail the irony
These men of "honor" have no grip on reality
It's so deceiving still they follow and hang on their every word

(brr)
All up in her ear - let's make them bambinos"(hey)
Hey hey, Amigo! (migo)
You know I've been puttin' in work illegal (illegal)
All across

Gillette that’s a close shave
Still play Boys 2 Men at my old age
And that was the end of the road mate
Part of me saw this thing as a key
Man I’m free by

Trying not to fly back
Mind the minds of mad men
No time to cut any slack
My car is like my living room
Camry no Maybach
Grab a blanket recline the seat

can't count on men for protection
I'm mad, I'm not gon' put the blame on us, I blame the dads
We some misguided soldiers that was raised by some trash

waiting
Throw some benzos in my cup
Man it gave me patience
We don't work with allegations
Man we need some information
If ya informating
Better end

tries to smear us
Time after time we rise above persecution not new to us
Hit Piece documentaries to pull down men of God
Is so last decade, y'all need

the play get many hit
You not mycdawg you Indigent
Pass me the work or finigan
You cop a line then hittin' it
I have had beef with many men
Some how I'm

to feel abandoned and hopeless.
We can see injustice everyday
As in the case of two young men murdered in puerto Montt.

All the population die by their own